Ive always had a fascination for lamps, ever since I was a toddler I would always fantasize about having a lamp by my bedside table. I always envied my friends who had lamps, why don’t I!!?!?! Finally when I reached the mature age of 6 I asked my mum for my very own lamp, finally I could have my first relationship. But my mum said “You don;t need a lamp, isn’t your light good enough”. That bitchasss light, destroying all my hopes and ambitions, I ran away from my mum screaming and crying. Later that night in my bed I was burning hot with rage, this fucking light so much worse than the lamp, no thick curves and dim lighting, no sexy textures this is the worst. And so I released my rage the only way I knew how. I thrust my tiny cock into the light breaking it, the heat burned my dick 3000 degrees Celsius but I was not going down without a fight, my rage and love for the lamp is much stronger than this tangible pain. I bust by hot thick creamy nut all over the and inside the light, the light sizzled like it was suffering. This only increased my pleasure and my thrusts. My thrusts were not slowing and my hips were going harder, this was the final spurt. The internal structure of the light was no longer intact, with each thrust the exterior of the light began to crack. Until finally the lamp was destroyed, the roof then collapsed but as I was lying under the rubble suffocating and with several broken bones I was at the peak of my pleasure for I had destroyed the one who had taken my lamp from me.