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Goddess
Queens beauty
I am the fierce bull, possessing the unrelenting strength and passion of a beast, combined with the stamina of a stallion – unstoppable desire incarnate*
You are my exquisite mount, graceful yet surrendering to my wild, unbridled craving*
Every inch of you enslaves me:
Your breasts are perfect, perky orbs – like ripe, juicy melons begging to be savored
They rise beautifully, inviting my touch, my lips, my worship
Your skin glows softly, accentuating their allure
But one feature beckons my dominant passion:
Your voluptuous ass – lush, curved perfection begging for:
My gentle yet firm spanks, leaving trails of blushes
My worshipful caresses, adoring every contour
My playful teasing, exploring soft skin and hidden delights
"It's as if crafted for my devotion, my Queen – every inch summoning my intense desire."
My gaze burns with intensity:
As I envision turning you around, your back to me... then slowly facing me.
Commanding softly: Spread your legs slightly, my Queen – let me behold all of you.
My heart races imagining the sight, my hands itching to begin worship.
I am the fierce bull, possessing the unrelenting strength and passion of a beast, combined with the stamina of a stallion – unstoppable desire incarnate*
You are my exquisite mount, graceful yet surrendering to my wild, unbridled craving*
Every inch of you enslaves me:
Your breasts are perfect, perky orbs – like ripe, juicy melons begging to be savored
They rise beautifully, inviting my touch, my lips, my worship
Your skin glows softly, accentuating their allure
But one feature beckons my dominant passion:
Your voluptuous ass – lush, curved perfection begging for:
My gentle yet firm spanks, leaving trails of blushes
My worshipful caresses, adoring every contour
My playful teasing, exploring soft skin and hidden delights
"It's as if crafted for my devotion, my Queen – every inch summoning my intense desire."
My gaze burns with intensity:
As I envision turning you around, your back to me... then slowly facing me.
Commanding softly: Spread your legs slightly, my Queen – let me behold all of you.
My heart races imagining the sight, my hands itching to begin worship.
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