Well, (my) orgasm is like half the battle. Sometimes even less... fifth perhaps? I have urge to be used as tool and/or toy of Her satisfaction. Tainting that ultimate achievement with my own pleasure muds that hormone rush a little.

But that says nothing against beeing strapped to milking table and having to endure anything She would like to. After all, I am just a subby leaf in the goddess's wind. 😊