Selene stood at the pit's edge, her petite body trembling, naked and flushed, her silver-blonde curls matted with sweat, her small breasts heaving, cherry-pink nipples stiff and aching from the milking trial.
Her skin was dewed with the jungle's humid breath, her virgin pussy glistening, lips parted and slick with arousal that dripped down her inner thighs, her clit throbbing with desperate need.
Every breath dragged more of the jungle's musk into her lungs, stirring her arousal deeper, her humiliation kink flaring as she felt exposed, vulnerable, like a spoiled princess reduced to a breeding vessel.
The vines rose from the shadows, slow and hungry, their slick surfaces glistening with nectar, coiling toward her like possessive lovers. Selene's violet eyes widened, her breath catching.
