"Oh no not again!" You groan, you realise it is yet another living latex obstacle course to get through.
"Sheesh there should be a sign saying 'If you orgasm you lose!'" You mutter. You moan softly though as your hips inadvertently thrust into your plug.
Falling to your hands and knees you hang your head in a little defeat. But the coming potentially **** contact leaves you feeling even more excited than before, leaving you to wonder, for the umpteenth time, if it would be better surrender or not.
Looking closer at the tunnel it seems there is some overhead hanging flowering vines over some grass. On each side are thick bushes but at least they are wide enough to slip by without touching.
But the vines are hanging low. So low you will have to crawl through, maybe even on your belly. You quickly look down through your engorged breasts to see your tummy is relatively clear of the rubber flower stems.
The gap is quite long through, so much so you can't see the end. Enough starlight is filtering through for you to see this end of it ok though.
You look forlornly around the edges of the path beside you for a gap, but again, you are hemmed in on all sides.
You hang your head and with a deep breath you begin crawling forward.
You let a little moan escape with each movement as the plugs and ridges pull at your attention, but you remember to keep low and keep moving.
One particularly low hanging vine brushes over your back, causing the flower stems to expand over your back. A quiet cry of pleasure as they grow down over your shoulder blades and bud. The stems push lower down your back.
Another pace on all fours, another vine, another cry of pleasure as the stems reach your lower back.
Several more paces had been clear of vines though and before you know it you have a small clearing!
You stop to rest on your tummy, the soft grass a welcoming relief on your sensitive skin. You cant help but wriggle your hips to stimulate your vagina and ass, closing your eyes to enjoy the delicious moment as the plugs respond with a gentle thrust and vibration.
You rest upon your front as you run a hand over your back, feeling your skin enmeshed by flowers and stems.
You open your eyes and see the tunnel ahead. You can see through to the other side!
The path though seems treacherous; not only are there more vines hanging low to **** you to keep as low as possible,but the grass is sparse and clumped together, surrounded by exposed soil.
With a strained moan you realise you are going to either be careful or very happy indeed as you push on.
