“Fuck, yes.” I almost feel guilty for not telling the tree how to get to the blood but I’m so close to the edge that I can’t form complicated sentences. The tree continues to probe my pussy while rubbing the leaves back and forth against my swollen clit. Pleasure builds up around my core. I gasp, arch my back, and spread my thighs, needing the tree to continue its sweet ministrations until I can climax. The fingers increase their pressure and speed, seeming just as eager as I am to tumble over the precipice. I jerk and spasm within my restraints, begging over and over for release. “Take your
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