I’ll say it again: Oh…my…Goddess! So compelling is that sense of warm wet compression, that feeling of being gripped from base to tip in a sheath of slick silken muscle that this barely allows for the apprehension of other nearly equally divine glories. Yet of these there exist an unthinkable abundance.
Just the sight of Goddess straddling me is one to burn out my unworthy eyes.
Naked but for the thrilling black accent of those arm-length leather gloves she is dominant femininity personified. The way her thick thighs and crotch are forked atop mine make her huge buttocks bulge more amply than ever, emphasizing her hourglass waist. Above this those gargantuan breasts swell out wide to either side, displayed just above me in all their glorious wonder. With her shoulders proudly squared a
