Fertility Goddess

Bella Wilde doesn't play god. She is one. And tonight she's in full power mode—thick, swollen, and dripping with the kind of life that makes men kneel. John Jammen knows he's lucky just to breathe the same air. That gets him nowhere. She whips the thought out of him, her tongue slicing colder than the flogger. His balls catch the next insult. His spine curves when she drops him to all fours and plants her weight on his back like furniture is all he's good for. Juice runs down her thighs; she scoops it over his mouth until he swallows what she gives. Then the cock comes out—black, heavy, and shoved straight up his ass until his knees shake against the floor. Only after he takes every inch does she grant permission: his lips on her feet, then her tight, round belly, then those milk-heavy tits. Last, he gets the real prize—her slick, aching pussy, wet and demanding and impossible to refuse.