Goodra Is Love, Goodra Is Life

>I was only 28 years old.
>I loved Goodra so much, I had all her porn and toys.
>I pray to Goodra every night before bed, thanking her for changing my life.
>"Goodra is love" I say. "Goodra is life."
>My dad hears me and calls me a shitposter.
>I knew he was just jealous of my devotion to female Goodra.
>I call him a malegoodrafagtron.
>He bans me and sends my to go to sleep.
>I'm crying now, my heart hurts.
>I lay on the bed and it's really cold.
>The scent of anchovies and onions is moving towards me.
>I feel something slimy touch me.
>It's Goodra.
>I am euphoric.
>She whispers in to ear, "t-touch me down here m-master"
>She grabs me with her slimy arms and pulls down my pants.
>I'm ready.
>I stroke my cock for Goodra.
>I penetrate her goo-dripping vagina.
>I feel my dick disolving but I do it for Goodra.
>I can feel my dick dissipating as the blood starts to leak out.
>I push against her fatness.
>I want to please Goodra.
>She squeals a falsetto coo as I fill her cunt full of my love.
>My dad walks in.
>Goodra looks him straight in the eye and says, "g-gender cleansing starts now."
>Goodra leaves down the toilet.
>Goodra is love, Goodra is life.