Momoko huffs and puffs, clinging onto each breath as it departs from her lips, head still lowered, and shifting about as if it'd somehow help her avoid the vine at her lips..each little feminine curve trying to sway a different way, and legs giving a few little kicks. After a few minutes of concentrated writhing, however, she needs a few moments to rest..and becomes quite vulnerable in the process..pink netherlips left slightly open..one eye closed tightly shut, breasts shifting along with her body..<br/><br/>"Mphr..letmego..overgrown..greenhouse..thing.." she hisses, taunting it as if it'd somehow understand. "You..don't even..know..how to get a girl..off..right..!"