"He is a treasure, isn't he. At least he's honest about the impact of religious faith-belief on his cognitive processes. Honest in his intellectual dishonesty."
His little hands go to either side of my head to Lightdner himself steady as he starts fucking my face. The vine holding my mouth disappears, but I feel it go underneath me, and starts entering my pussy again, its just a normal vine, it doesn't like the others that put the spores into me.
One comes and grabs me 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 of me must still be there because tears are streaming down my face even though that stupid lustful expression is still on my face.
He drops me and readjusts his hold on my hair, he wraps it around like a 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.
He slowly enters my mouth, his cock it slicked with my juices, it tastes of me and his minty-basil taste, more subtle than his cum, but still apparent, although there is an extra earthy taste to it. His little hands go to either side of my head to keep himself steady as he starts fucking my face...the end of the story look at the video above ↑ ↑ ↑