"One in one hundred folk are intersex. Those are numbers."
Snivy smiles at me and I realize. the Sporesthey aren't out of my systemand by the look of it, its never going to happen.
I put him down as we leave the Lab, my mind screaming to take the little fucker and drop him to the bottom of the sea.
Snivy fucks me hard, pistoning his dick and vines furiously out of me, I try to struggle, but the limited movement I'm given seems to get him off even more. Another set of vines comes from his back and slithers out and wraps themselves around my small titties.
For 10, I have a fair set, but they are still small, an A cup. The vines start massaging my nipples, making them hard and making me clench around his cock and the vine in my ass. I'm starting to feel good, and I am so ashamed of the pleasure.
I don't want this happening, but my body can't help but respond to his devices. Then the one in my mouth starts pumping harder and harder and I feel it pulsing, making my throat expand momentarily each time.
Snivy smiles wickedly at me before it shoots off. Its cum goes directly down my throat, he's making sure I eat some, before pulling back and letting me taste. It tastes like it smells, but it feels different, like little seedsor spores. What is this...the end of the story look at the video above ↑ ↑ ↑