[There isn't much he has to do--not with how far he's already brought her. She groans again, hitching forward at his fresh enthusiasm--at the now immistakable smack of his hand on his cock--at the bright, green taste of the vines as she takes them as deep as she can manage.

Even muffled her moans are loud and fevered, her eyelashes glossy as she already starts to lose the mounting rhythm inside her]