With each laboured step you take you inhale more of the flowers scent now emanating from your body, keeping you horny and wet.
An errant step onto some exposed soil, while quick, makes you shriek quickly as you feel a line of ridges form under your perineum and press softly against you. Each step you now take glides the ridges over your sensitive and well lubricated flesh.
"Fuck this SO isn't fair!" You desperately think as you reluctantly step out of the soil, then moan as you sit your foot down.
With increasing lust and decreasing discipline you reluctantly continue, each step making you suppress a moan as your body shudders, tormented beyond all fairness.
Further on, you are nearly frazzled. So strong are the latex roots and vines growing upon you your body is helpless to stop a mini orgasm nearly every step you take.
Just when you think thing couldn't be any worse (or better), you spy something. Ahead on the path lies another obstacle.
Stopping nearby on the grass, you kneel down with great difficulty and look at what's ahead of you.
