Playful Heather (by Salamando)
"Don't stop!" Heather cries. She is writhing under her own touch, lewdly twisting in a way that would have made you cross-eyed with arousal even without her magic pushing you libido into overdrive. "Keep saying it!"
You grit your teeth, and force out the words as tears of need spill down your face. "You... are... my... G-goddess... and I... I am your... s-slave!"
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