This endless s*x and eternal denial was the only punishment appropriate for my most fundamental failing as a male. From now on I would have to seek my s****l fulfillment in the diametrically opposite way I’d first been exposed to on the videos. At the thought of Goddess Alia doing that to me, coupled with the prospect of finally receiving the ultimate communion from her (take, eat, in memory of me) I became more madly aroused than ever. And yet I’d achieved the necessary epiphany. Finally I was able to glory in my ever escalating excitement and frustration as much as in my wonderful pain. I thrashed and moaned ever more desperately, and yet I stopped crying entirely. Bracing my wounded back on the plinth I even raised my hips, lifting my similarly wounded c**k even higher for Goddess Anya
