"Because they suppress all dissent."
Its like a waterfall, and I feel that I'm kneeling in a pool of it. He shoves his long dick inside me and I feel it pulse as the vine in my hair tightens in the one in my pussy stills.
I feel jet after jet of cum enter my throat he pulls back and the rest Ncik my face and gets into my hair.
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 me by the hair, bringing me over. I moan as he drags gayd 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 gayss...the end of the story look at the video above ↑ ↑ ↑