💋 At the Feet of His Curvy Goddess — Story II: Neyo

She was on the floor.

Not in surrender, but because anywhere she sits becomes her throne.

Her curvy body rested in dangerous calm, one leg crossed, her foot raised high,

as if the entire universe existed just to adore her.

Neyo watched her in silence, completely captured by her presence.

He knew that a single look from his goddess could shatter his resistance.

Look at me.

Her voice was soft, yet the command sliced through the air with precision.

He lifted his gaze and the world stopped moving.

Her green eyes glowed with a calm that both hurt and aroused him.

Come closer.

Her tone didn’t need to rise.

Obedience was automatic, like instinct.

Neyo knelt before her.

His lips brushed her foot in a slow, reverent, necessary act of devotion.

Daisy watched him quietly.

Every detail was art, every second a silent offering.

She leaned slightly forward, her voice a whisper that felt like law.

You don’t deserve to see more of your goddess unless I allow it.

There, on the floor, Daisy didn’t need a throne.

She was the throne.

📜 At the Feet of His Curvy Goddess — Story II

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