The carnasporum had ‘caught’ itself a 100-pound orgasmic furnace with whom it formed a closed ecosystem. Carmen didn’t need the plant to rub its poking thorns against her sensitive breasts to tell her she had to take the new cock in her mouth; she did it willingly. Yep. Former-boss. An internet rabbit hole had shown her a grotesque-looking plant reviled and persecuted like an invasive weed in most countries. A fifth cock, as large but stubbier than its four brothers, eventually unwrapped before Carmen’s useless eyes. An ultra-concentrated version of the aphrodisiac rushed up her guts and inflated her womb. Why was she cast out of a warm hell and into a frozen one? There were two kinds of cum. So, despite all warnings that even the shadiest of dealers cared enough to impart, she had bought a carnasporum at the cusp of its bloom. The victim didn’t normally need to know why she was getting fucked and pumped full of fluids from both ends, but Carmen had done her research. No, not today. Seeking a mate. When the light disappeared above her, Carmen had a combined ten feet of cock rubbing against each other and her stretched membranes.
