Camille Goddess Findom

My soles are your altar.
You dream of being beneath me—begging to kiss every inch, aching to serve what you’ll never deserve.
Tribute if

You’ve been dumped from the villa. Pack your ego and go.

Tonight’s theme is Love Island. I’m the host, the bombshell, and the reason your

You’re sweating, stroking, spiraling — and I’m just sunbathing.

I don’t have to move a muscle for you to fall apart.
You’re not

I don’t wear Lululemon to work out.
I wear it to straddle your face.
These leggings weren’t made for yoga—they were made for control.
My