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“More…” Sandra moaned, biting her lip with paused thought questioning the word she had just uttered. She didn't want this, she was fleeing from it.

“It's so much easier when you just let yourself go.” Omar seductively growled fondling her breasts, a matching blossom blooming from her right nipple. Her breasts heaved swelling larger in Omar's grasp as Sandra increasing yielded to the perverse ideas her corruption had spawned within her.

Sandra moaned grinding her ass back towards Andrew while thrusting her breasts forward, the petals blooming broadly from her nipples as she pressed her chest forward, eager to feel the lupine lips suckle from her melons.

“I'm sorry, did you say something?” Andrew teased, opening his jaw wide and pressing his tongue against the bud of her ass while reaching around pressing a claw across her swollen clit, and into her sodden pussy.

Omar grinned maliciously lapping some sweet nectar from the glowing blossoms on Sandra's chest before stepping back and watching her gazing wantonly as he stroked his giant cock, grinning at his perverse eagerness to leave a mark on the tree nymph the Idol was forming before them.

“You want to survive this horror, right?” He then teased drawing increasingly rigid woman’s attention back to his face.

He could see her try to nod yes, a moan escaping her lips as she felt her neck stiffen.

“Well only the chaste survive horror movies.” Omar remarked, amused that this bridesmaid’s growing surrender to desire and lust fitting perfectly within horror clichés.

“You don't want to be chaste, do you?” Andrew whispered in her ear, stretching himself along Sandra's back, his rigid cock grinding against her ass as his hands squeezed both her firm and rounded breasts.

Sandra was torn with temptation by the feel of the warm body pressed against her back. His weight effortlessly supported as his rigid cock grinded up and down between her ass cheeks, his tongue lapping along her neck as he nibbled it, her large grape fruit like breasts alive with pleasure.

Sandra grew torn between the previously inconceivable thought of being spit roasted like some porn star, and resisting the growing delights of her body she had never imagined to survive. She wanted that right?

“Of course, who wants to survive when they can surrender to temptation. Becoming corrupted into joining the horror.” Omar seductively conversed aloud, brushing a hand across Sandra's cheek he yearned for her to answer, he head nuzzling intimately into it.

“I want to just dick her, so hard. RIGHT here.” Andrew remarked, stepping back and pressuring his cock against the bud of Sandra's ass.

“YES!” Sandra cried out emphatically, finding renewed freedom of movement as she pressed back against the cock at her ass. Reaching forward she felt her torso lower down, her elongated ivy like tongue uncoiling from her mouth and lapping at Omar's cock as she stared up , unblinkingly at him with determinant desire.

Omar gasped in unexpected delight as Sandra's lips enwrapped the head of his cock, giving her first taste, and her first act of her now embraced corrupt nature

“Gag me, fuck me, make me whatever, just use me… Please me…” Sandra raved between breaths as her body swayed with the impacts of Andrew's eager cock. Lapping up the side of Omar's cock Sandra soon found her head held down, the knot at the end of his cock invigorating her with breathless delight as it blocked her throat.

Sandra grinned with delight at having deepthroated so well. She wanted this. She belonged to this. She wasn't going to escape, and she eagerly yearned to finish being devoured by the evil that had enraptured her.

As her mind accepted the corruption that had taken root within her Sandra felt her whole body seemingly relax in pleasure. Her body flexed back and forth through a newly formed tree. Its trunk curved and twisted as if to mimic how Sandra had been held by her flower taking root.

Its leaf canopy spread out and budded as Sandra climaxed once more, the cusp of orgasm just evading her.

Give up your soul. The Idol's words echoed omnipotently upon the scattered sexual thoughts in the shattered realm of Sandra's mind.

"Its already yours." Sandra muttered in response, contently to submit to her relegated fate. Where she'd survive in darkness.