The cocoon picked up and treasured by the Goddess in the Garden of supreme ecstasy. Polished away the rotted tears matted down against the cocoon shell exposing pores that could swell for the buitterfly trapped inside to breathe. Flickering just one pore could expose a sweet slide as the butterfly soon realized that the cocoon was temporary. Just…Read More

She fills me so completely. When I let her. I struggle to release my grip, my grip that chokes the creative cum explosion from Goddess Zenova’s glorious worshiping choir. Stroking my pet and listening to her commands, I breathe in slowly and Deeply begging to be completely controlled. TEnsing only when my mind chatter dilutes the harmonious energy…Read More