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My vines were strong, but Wynn could probably bench press a
small car without too much strain. I watched him struggle and
slowly start to win against my vines. The bag of food was
shortly forgotten as I got to enjoy the feel of Wynn' muscles
flexing and shifting against my vines. Wynn stopped
struggling suddenly and fixed me with a serious look.
"Not to be rude or anything, but are you as turned on by
this as I am, or are you drooling because you really wanted
that bacon cheeseburger?"
I touched my mouth and was surprised to find none of the
drool Wynn mentioned. He smirked at me and twisted a little
in my vines again, almost getting an arm free before I sent
more around him. I was aroused. Incredibly so. Images of
Wynn naked and held down by my vines as I fucked him hard
flipped through my head. I wanted to make that a reality in
the worst way possible. My vines responded to my wants and
started stroking and squeezing Wynn in a way that couldn't
possibly be anything but carnal.
"Etireh?" Wynn's voice had gone husky, and I just knew
he'd make all kinds of delicious noises during sex. "I really
don't want to come in my pants like a horny teenager, so as
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great as this feels, could you please stop your vines from
feeling me up?"
My eyes were drawn to Wynn's crotch and the exceptional
bulge my vines were stroking. I licked my lips and felt the
twitch of Wynn's cock through my vines. Right at that very
moment, I wanted nothing more than to see Wynn naked
again. My cock was rock hard and reminding me that a year
was a very long time to go without fucking, never mind the
fact that it was also spring and I was a somewhat reluctant
slave to my biology.
"What if I like feeling you up with my vines?" I directed
them to give Wynn's cock a squeeze.
Wynn's breath hissed softly through his teeth at the move.
"You can feel what your vines are doing to me? Holy shit,
that's kinky." Wynn groaned, and his cock gave a hearty
twitch at the now rhythmic squeezing of my vines over his
dick. "Fuck me, that feels good."
I grinned. It certainly did. Wynn was starting to pant and
twist in the vines, but he wasn't trying to get away any more.
His hips jerked, and he bit his bottom lip hard enough to
bleed, trying to hold back his orgasm. He might even have
succeeded if I hadn't sent more vines to him, this time
twisting under his pant legs and curling over the bare skin of
his calves and thighs. He moaned when the smallest of the
vines slipped under the elastic of his underwear and circled
his cock, squeezing and sliding up and down his length. Wynn
gasped in surprise when a thin vine tickled his puckered hole
before wiggling its way in.
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"Fuck," Wynn ground out through clenched teeth, as his
cock spurted warm come over the vines wrapped around his
dick.
My eyes closed to mere slits, and I swayed where I stood
at the pleasure I felt through my vines. Wynn's come was
warm and slick and was slowly being soaked up by the vines
around his cock. The strong, rhythmic contractions of his ass
on the vine I had buried inside him made it almost as if it was
my dick there instead. Seeing Wynn with a sated look on his
face and knowing I'd been the one to put it there was erotic
as hell. I was close to blowing my own load and really had no
idea how I managed to keep from doing exactly that.
"Oh, fuck. That was... that was about the kinkiest fucking
thing that's ever happened to me. Please tell me we can do
this shit again," Wynn panted softly.
I smiled at Wynn. So he liked that, did he? He brought me
fast food, and he liked kink. Having Wynn stumble into my
vines was looking better and better every second. I
reluctantly withdrew my vines from him, my smile getting
wider at the tiny noise of protest Wynn made.
"Food first," I said, as I held up the slightly battered bag.
Wynn grinned at me. "I'll split the burger with you. I need
the protein after that little bit of fun."
I gave a little nod of my head. After the good feelings I'd
shared with Wynn, I was in a generous mood. Splitting the
burger would do... this time. Next time, though, Wynn would
just have to make sure he brought us each burgers. Or
maybe pizza. I was easy. I let my vines fall away from him
and then turned and headed toward the middle of my
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bramble, certain Wynn would be right behind me. I had a
rather naughty idea circling my brain involving more vines
and couldn't wait to test it out once eating was out of the
way.
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