"Socialism dose work intill you run out of other people's money. So yes it has never worked anywhere that we know of."
' I flip over and sit up, rubbing my back, trying to get the pain to soften. When I try to stand I can't, I look down, my foot is caught in a vine, its twisted around my ankle and halfway up my calf.
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. As the vine pulls away and goes back into his back, I start feeling light headed as I cough and splutter now that the obstruction in my throat is gone. My spine starts to tingle, and the farther down the sensation goes it spreads to other areas.
My titties start to feel sensitive and tingly too, and the vines massaging them and pulling on the nipples feel extremely good now.
I start to moan, and I don't know why, its like I don't have any control over my body. The sporeswhat kind are they?' The tingling goes farther down into my pelvis, my pussy and clit start feeling like they are vibrating and my ass feels nice and full.
Snivy smiles at me as my expression goes from that of fear to lust. My tongue lolls from my mouth and my eyes start to roll as a stupid grin gets plastered to my face...the end of the story look at the video above ↑ ↑ ↑