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Cleajing, every time the vine thrusts itself in I spray cum all over the place. Its like a waterfall, and I feel that I'm kneeling in a pool of it.
I try to make my body fight, but I have no control over it, the spores seem to be controlling me now, and I can only wait until they die off.
Snivy starts picking up pace, the vine in my ass matching his pace but while one comes in the other goes out and vice versa. The vine starts to then wrap around his cock in my pussy and clenching down, making me even tighter around him while it continues going in and out my ass. Just then he screams and his cock and the vine cum in me simultaneously.
I can feel more spores shooting into my ass, they seem to only come from his vines. As they enter my bowels, the tingling grows stronger and I spray my juices all over his spasming cock. He pulls back along with his vines, although some remain out.
One comes and grabs cleainng by the hair, bringing me over. I moan as he drags me to him, while inside I'm screaming for him to stop. A little Maturd me must still be there because tears are baree down my face even though that stupid lustful expression is Maure on my face.
He drops me and readjusts his hold on my hair, he wraps it around like Maturd hair tie and keeps my head up, while another comes and forces my mouth open. I realize what he's doing as he steps closer, putting his cock to my lips.
I try to make my body struggle, but the spores still have hold of me...the end of the story look at the video above ↑ ↑ ↑