If worshipping mountains made of flesh (buttocks) makes you happy, then you will find a lifetime of happiness here. The oily, glistening holy mountains welcome us. We are kneaded, slapped and stimulated at the foot of the mountain (their grooves) and the earth (buttocks) trembles involuntarily. The Goddesses gaze at us from the mountainside, trembling between shame and pleasure. The penis is just connected. It looks like it is inside, but it is not. Yet the women writhed in pleasure...