Inch by inch, the naturally lubed phallus slips deeper into me, filling me the way I’ve needed since I first smelled it. I’m a botanist, and I can’t think of any plant in the Olympic National Forest that smells like this or induces arousal in mammals. Xnxx sex About twenty minutes or so later, I start catching a whiff of something sweet that seems to get stronger every few feet. Seriously, my mouth is drooling, and so is my pussy. Upon pulling my finger out of the flower’s tightness, I find that my digit is not only completely covered with that same mayonnaise-like goo I saw oozing out of the stalk, but it’s also glazed with a clear coating of yellow sap. So, the stalk shriveled but the spadix and petals plumped up? It takes everything in me to lift my arm and reach between my legs. Having stickiness dripping deep inside of me is probably what’s tickling me, I think, trying to make sense of what I’m feeling. Or maybe I’ll call it Priapos Euphallus—a true phallus. Whatever the case may be, the foreign sensation feels too fucking good to worry about.
