The vine on her clit sped up and she bucked her hips madly, desperate to finally cum.
Again, the vines began to swell. Ava’s heart sunk and disappointment fell upon her in a heavy cloud. She’d even gone through the woods in the daylight and used her dad’s hatchet to cut a small path through them so the prickly weeds wouldn’t be able to scratch her legs up anymore.
No amount of kicking and screaming helped, and it ended up making her throbbing ankle feel worse to boot.
The walk to Ben’s house wasn’t terribly long, but a small thicket of trees separated the two and it was much faster to just go through them than around them. Without even bothering a text to ask him first, she leapt from bed and headed for the window.
Again, the vines began to swell. Her head lolled backwards and her mouth was agape, and now instead of wanting to shut her legs she was fighting to get them open.
