Jana Montada’s Intense Amateur Performance

But how is it still flower still so warm inside? Maybe I can pull it out now that I don’t really feel it inside of me anymore… A human vagina, because what other animal would try to mate with a plant other than a perverse woman? Oh god… When I sat down, the sun was just above the tree line. I look down at the liquid I spent several minutes watching gush out of the flower then my gaze wanders to the yellowish sap puddled around the stalk. Ah, so that’s where you’ve been hiding your fruits, I think, fondling the leathery sac. “Maybe it’s reacting with something in my vaginal juices…” I whisper. Normally, I only put a table spoon of sugar into my oats, but I’m really, really craving sugar today, so I ended up dumping in the three to four table spoons I still had left in the baggy. It takes two more rounds of douching for the water to come out chunk