Pressure builds until my walls contract around the dildo. The tree continues teasing that spot with back-and-forth strokes, while the leaf rubs my clit to the point that it feels twice its usual size. An orgasm tears through me like a hurricane, making me gasp and thrash within my restraints. I scream through the sensations, my vision filling with sparks. Warm liquid flows from my pussy, but it’s a combination of my juices and blood. I collapse, my chest heaving, my heart galloping around its cage like it’s trying to find an exit. Any moment now, the tree will complain that I didn’t squirt and
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