Facing in

Better to die at the hand of a juicy vag than that of a foe. She flips you over with ease and you get a WHIFF. The most delightful sense you'd ever smelled, a thousand roses, a million cookies, and a burning Dior factory couldn't hold a candle. Yet that was just the taste, as the pressure began and your face grew closer you could taste. Beautiful, a symphony of flavor, lightningy even. She began to sweat as she pressed your skull together, despite the nature of your situation, you felt no pain, only anticipation. The grandeur of your infatuation has left you with only the feeling of raw lust. If you had the mental functions to masturbate you would, though come to think of it you can't feel your penis, you're definitely hard though. The pressure is becoming immense, and you feel more and more connected with this woman. A powerhouse that squat a whole family sized SUV with ease is being humbled by your thick skull, and in this moment you're physically closer than ever. Delicate lips on delicate lips explored each other, and in your last moments you've finally found the clitoris. You can swear you heard her moan, but there is blood in your ears too. At last her legs tremble and her gordian knot is severed, CRACK.

Maybe you'll be reincarnated, you were a God, surely it doesn't end there