Yoni worship Stories

The goddess moaned as she woke, a slight stretch undulating in a gentle wave down her body. She was facing away from me, on her stomach, her legs open in a scissor shape. Her black, tousled tresses were spread like mountain roots across the pillow and the sun through the blinds drew stripes across her back. I watched her in wonder for a moment before leaning forward, putting a hand on her shoulder, and whispering into her...