Goddess Thunder is immediately in your face. There is no escape from what Goddess Thunder is about to subject you to so admit you are lost. Stop ogling Goddess Thunders breasts in that black and maroon lace brocade bra, the mini black silk lace slip and those legs wearing the sheerest of pantyhose. Stop wondering how you became the object for Goddess Thunder to because Goddess Thunder does not care. Ill prepared for the cloth soaked in a foul smelling liquid as it is thrust in your face. Try not to breathe but Goddess Thunder holds it across you until you have to draw in a breath and the a... Show more