(That's gotta be the worst rolling for this situation possible. =P)<br/><br/>The vines tighten around her once more, reeling her in to the main flower. More vine wrap around her, although the pollen-laden stamen do not. They slide further around her body, all-encompassing, slipping into every nook and cranny of her clothing, rubbing against every inch of her; pulling her breasts free of her gi, wrapping around them, squeezing,  brushing her nipples, sliding in and under her panties, stretching them, pushing against her nether lips, even one wrapped around her neck, wiggling at her lips.