As if summoned by her yearning, the tallest and brightest colored tree -practically painted like a rainbow of jewels and ember- leaned a branch down towards her. In no time at all, a series of small bulges would crawl along the protruding branch limb. XXX When a bulge the size of a ostrich egg would leave and flow through the leeching fused tree limb, it’d release its hold and wait again for another amount of fluid to be gathered. After what would seem ages, the pair of limbs would wetly dive into her cavities, flooding her rectum and birth canal with wet floral meat. Staring dumbly at it, Hinata practically giggled, feeling as if the air popped like bubbles around her field of vision in synchronization of the floral lips approach.




















