More vines

From Torg Adventure

Vines covered his body. Vines caressed his chest, encircled his arms, entwined with his legs. They didn't constrict, they simply stroked and touched him. Aaralon freaked out and screamed.

Aaralon's scream woke him up from the dream. It was still dark. Camila's body and limbs surrounded him. Her legs covered his, her breasts pressed into the flesh of his arm. She was caressing him.

"Shhhh. It's okay. There are no vines here. Just me," she whispered into his ear, her breath warm on his cheek. She nuzzled into his neck, holding him close. "I just wanted to thank you for saving my life." Her hands felt good as she gently rubbed his skin. "What spell did you use on it? I couldn't hear the incantation in the state I was in."

Aaralon was rather flustered, since Camila's body was having a strong influence on his penis, and now she wanted to talk about the vine attack. "It was the Water to Alcohol Transmutation," was all he could say.

"Mmm, quick thinking, Student. I'm impressed," she continued whispering in his ear. Her hand was caressing up and down his belly. After a few seconds, she ran into his burgeoning manhood. "Oh, my. You are in a state, aren't you? Let me reward you for your bravery and quick mind." She then grasped his cock loosely in her hand and stroked it up and down. Aaralon was amazed; here he was, a student, with one of the school's loveliest teachers, naked with him and stroking his cock. He simply luxuriated in the pleasant touch of her fingers. Camila propped herself up and leaned down to lick his nipple. A spark of electricity shot down to his groin, increasing his excitement; he moaned his pleasure.

"I do remember some of what happened. How about I pick up where I left off last night?" she asked with a note of lust in her voice, and without waiting for an answer, she shifted her body lower and licked the tip of his penis. Then she sucked the head into her mouth. He was overwhelmed with the sensations her talented mouth was producing on his organ. She lowered her head and swallowed more of his stiff member. Her hand tweaked his nipple, which was hard and tingling. She bobbed up and down, twirling her tongue on the underside of his cock. Her expert technique soon had Aaralon's balls ready to unload their sticky payload.

"Omigod, I'm going to come!" he exclaimed.


Does she swallow it or does she have other ideas?

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