In the throes of carnal desire, Shannel offers herself as a vessel of pleasure. She takes her lover's shaft deep, feeling the velvety smoothness against her tongue, the bulbous head nudging her tonsils. She welcomes the gag reflex, the tears streaming down her face as she fights for breath. This is her temple, her sanctuary, where she worships at the altar of cock, finding solace in the choking, gagging rapture it provides.