"And what exactly do you call "gods"? Something like Santa? I would appreciate a universal definition. Thanks in advance."
"Yes, I'll take him. " I say happily, smiling at them and extending my arms and picking up Snivy and cuddling him to my chest. I wantwhat do I want.
Snivy smiles at me and I realize.
I can feel blood running from my ass and pussy. My mouth is tight around the one in my mouth as it shoves itself in and out. Spits starts pooling and running down the sides of my mouth and into my hair because it has no where else to go, whenever I swallow, Snivy gets a happy look and the vine starts to pulse slightly.
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 txttoos. 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 Perspns 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...the end of the story look at the video above ↑ ↑ ↑