The jungle chimed softly, its voice cold and clinical:
Trial Commenced: Selene
Timer: 2:00.
Seed Status: Stable.
The path began, the moss pulsing beneath them, the vines watching, the flowers blooming with soft, moist sighs.
Selene moaned, her voice breaking, her pussy clenching around Kota's cock as she crawled, each thrust driving her forward, her humiliation blending with desperate pleasure.
Kota started to move, his hips thrusting in a steady, controlled rhythm, his cock sliding deep into her slick heat, his restraint a quiet battle as he fought to hold his seed.
And the jungle watched, its hunger palpable, waiting for them to break or endure.
The moss path glowed faintly beneath them, its shimmering surface pulsing like a living thing, the vines watching, flowers blooming with soft, moist sighs, their petals unfurling like swollen labia, stirring the group's already heightened desires.
