Kneeling before the divine Macy, you're at her mercy. Her hands, soft yet firm, grip your swollen shaft, coaxing it to life. She whispers commands, her voice honeyed poison, urging you to stroke, to pinch, to squeeze your balls. Your body responds, your cock aching, pre-cum beading at the tip. She leans in, her breath hot on your ear, "Cum for me, my pet. I want to feel your hot seed on my hands." You obey, your body convulsing, your cock pulsing as you coat her fingers with your essence.