To dream of my Goddess is to listen to my heartbeat located like a luscious Red jewel nestled inside the plush pillow. Some Fools of day past assume the treasure box must be broken open cracking the lock and ripping the sides so completely that perhaps it may takes years for someone tender to loveingly sew the stray seams together again. For in…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