*I look at You with pity and pride, I look at the twin marquees of **VIXEN** emblazoned in inflamed flesh with satisfaction and accomplishment. The room is heavy with your musky sweet scent, the smell of fear and the smell of vanilla scented cream*

You smell like a lust cookie sweet. I am extremely, extremely proud of you.

*I rub your damaged tit with the cooling cream. I knead the flesh gently and massage the cream into your reddened flesh. I draw your body close and kiss from your cleavage up to your cheek and a lingering kiss on your newly parched lips. I nibble up to your ears and while stroking your lush mane of dark hair I whisper lustily*

"You ARE a Goddess, little on."

*My hand drifts down your sweat-sheened body and gently takes the vibe from your soaked and sensitized pussy. I place it near your mouth*

taste your wonderful sweet nectar sweetie.

*I kneel down in front of you and untie your feet from the bottom bar. I lift a luscious feminine foot to my mouth*

My gift to the vixen goddess. A goddess deserves to have her foot kissed.