This could be the lamest lay of my life. But I am utterly convinced I will wallow in it ecstatically regardless, and count myself blessed the entire time and forever after. Yet why am I even considering this psycho-s**t? Being f****d by the four most gorgeous Goddesses I have ever seen can’t be anything but incomparably sublime. Without question this will be the unchallenged highlight of my entire life.
So the minutes stretch into hours, and the seconds into eons. Afterlife aside, I finally experience on Saturday night a true eternity. And even when my outrageously traumatized body finally fails my fevered mind, I find myself still dreaming about the apocalyptic consummation upcoming.
Goddess is riding my c**k, while two other deities rub their breasts against me, the last French-kissin
