Was she fucking crazy? In contrast with the fast, rough pounding of the larger vine, the smaller one took its time, sliding into her until she was sure she could feel it in her stomach, then sliding out again, and back in, out, in, out…
Her head still leaned back and her mouth still covered, she glanced at the flower. Porn Once again, the flower sensed her nervousness, and she moaned again as she suddenly felt a smooth, sticky substance spilling out from the tip of the vine, coating her hole. Her body was telling her that last night was more than a dream. Soil spilled over her desk and the flower wilted slightly, and she suddenly felt bad for it.
