My p***s is absolutely raging, harder and hotter than ever before. With an uncontrollable cry I grip it and begin pumping like a madman. It’s already a bit abraded from all the jerking it’s been recently subjected to, yet the pain only arouses me further. It seems right, even necessary: m**********n is a sin, and spying on an unsuspecting woman who’s always been so nice to me is a thousand times worse. I should suffer for my crimes, since I’m utterly incapable of refraining from them. After all, not even the fires of hell could keep me from onanism now. Somehow I just know this blackly thrilling mix of shame, pain, and excitement is going to finally do the trick. At long last I’m going to learn what ejaculation feels like! Straining my hips upward I beat my meat furiously, visions of Mrs.
