Kneel before me, your shining wicked Goddess. A crown of horns placed upon my head, deservingly, a finger point downward towards my fierce boots for you to grovel at. To kiss the heel of. So weak you are for me, the sight of my round ass in fishnets, my hands gripping and smacking at the flesh as my hips sway driving you made. I don't have to say a word, my eyes locked onto yours. You find yourself getting lost in them, as my hand gestures exactly how I wish for you to worship me. Under my spell, diving deeper into my trance you watch every move my body makes, my fingers tracing the shape o... Show more