Up her skirt

In the slowly wriggling pile of vines, the largest looming bulb snakes its way between the Angel's entwined legs and up the frilly white skirt of her costume. Her attention seems to be split between each offending tendril, but is quickly drawn to the largest when it makes contact underneath.

"Hey-!" she shouts, breathless. Her face a disoriented pink, you see her eyes widen, lips parted in a gasp. You can't help but watch as her hips twist and buck against the invasive vine, recalling how large the bulbous end was as it goes further up her skirt than there seems to be space for. Still, it advances, and soon you're treated to a view of her vine-packed pussy as her back arches, skirt bunching up in the verdant snare.

Her voice peaks in a moan, something of ecstasy written in her flushed expression. "Oh god... this feels..." she trails off in another mewl, breathless once again yet for different reasons. You're entranced as the sole audience to the writhing Angel's flourishing frenzy, half-aware of your dropped jaw and the friction between your thighs. The big vine has begun pumping in and out of her, a glistening mess in its wake.

The plant moves in undulating thrusts, twisting as it fills her and stretching as it goes. The Angel utters senseless pleas of "Faster..." and "Wait-wait-wait" as her head is thrown back in pleasure. And then her eyes find you again, and she gulps a drooling breath between moans. "My god, Princess... It's amazing!" She suddenly bites her lip, squeaking as her eyes seem to beckon you to join her.