You can't keep going like this...
Just keep going... you know that this place has to come to an end eventually...
Your vision becomes unfocused as the swirling pollen wafts around you; the spicy aroma hangs thick in the air and makes your eyes water. As best you can, you peer through the fog and keep struggling onwards. Your body almost feels like it's itchy all over, but the constant simulation by the branches around you keeps your skin alive with sparks of pleasure.
The only itch that remains unsatisfied is between your legs, heavy and throbbing...
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