The flower reached my nipple, engulfing it, the petals forming a tight seal. The sweet delight swirled around my tongue. “So good! Why didn’t I ever join her? “Yes,” I moaned. Something almost like a tongue, the tip sticky, played with my nipple as it sucked, building the pleasure churning in my pussy’s depths. “I’m going to cum again.”
“Yes,” I panted, my eyes rolling back into my head. I groaned, my eyes widening. …I have grown roots too deep… “The plant’s pollen’s. Her pussy clenched hard on my dick, sucking, eager for my seed. He was such a brute. And then the flower-dick erupted. A shiver ran through me. The flower shivered, sucking harder as my finger traced down to the purple heart of the leaf, running along the central vein. We humped together with such wanton need.
