<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/d/d2/Amelie.jpg/424px-Amelie.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name: </strong>Amelie<br/><strong>Date/Time: </strong>September 12 (12:00 PM)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Campus, Lunch Hall Approach<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Michael, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Amelie's lips part against Michael's, her tongue brushing against his lips in invitation while her eyes slide closed. Her hands slide lower down his stomach, fingers starting to work on the buttons of his pants as she wiggles and rocks against him. A mew of disappointment mingles with her moans as his vine pulls away from her rear, hips swaying and wiggling trying to entice it back. A startled shriek tears from her as she pulls back from his lips and her eyes fly open when the vine comes back by pressing against the damp folds of her sex, her head rolling  back and her body jerking and bouncing as the tendril puts more and more pressure against her lower lips. Shudders and shaking rock her body when her slit is forced to spread around the thrusting vine and it begins sinking into her body, every clenching of her invaded mound is echoed by the trembling of her stomach.<br/><br/>The swelling and pulsing of hot fluid into her depths drives her rocking upwards, wailing cry muffled as he tugs her back into a kiss. Her lips frantically press against his over and over as her body twists and thrashes in an orgasm, trembling fingers latched onto the waist of his pants as she shudders and rocks. The air around her hums loudly as she thrashes, anything small and metallic twisting through the air in a wild dance while her body presses down against Michael randomly as her levitation flickers erratically.<br/><br/>The thick sap slowly oozes out of her impaled mound and trails down her trembling thighs, every shuddery breath she takes causing her filled depths to clench and churn. Sweat slick hair brushes Michael's cheek as she buries her face in the crook of his neck briefly. When her shaking finally slows down she leans back to look him in the eyes, lips trembling with her rough panting while her metallic eyes seem dim and glazed as she meets his gaze. It takes her a bit before her face crinkles in confusion and she looks down past the heaving mounds of her breasts to where her hands still clutch his unopened pants. Her hips shift, a moan slipping from her as the vine sunk into her is gripped tighter and more sap oozes out of her stretched sex. "H... how..." Her gaze slowly slides back up to his, twitches shaking her fingers as she slowly begins working on undoing his pants once more.<br/><br/>The shout of a passing student doesn't even phase her, nose brushing against Michael's in between the small kisses she peppers upon his lips.<br/><br/>