Janelle felt the tiny little impulses with a clear intensity. They jolted her body with each throb, each thrust, accelerating her pleasure, bringing her intensely close to an orgasm. She tried to hold off, not wanting this to be over, wanting to prolong the feeling as much as possible.<br/><br/>She wantonly opened her mouth, her tongue trailing a warm wet path up the shaft of the vine as her hands stroked and rubbed it as it fucked her.