She could feel the rising lust and arousal, as the vines fucked her, the drugs clouding her mind, and making her body more and more sensitive, cumming several times as it planted the seeds deep within her, moaning like a whore as each climax rocked her abused body, and felt<em>so good.</em>By the time it 'finished' inside her, the next orgasm barely even registered to her addled mind, and she paid no attention to the vines at her breasts, too wrapped up in the sensations of pleasure to even notice.