So, instead of attempting to pull this swollen spadix out of my cavity, I just lay here atop the mound of soil with my eyes closed, rubbing my clit to the memory of the beautiful sexual experience I just shared with this phallic flower. Indian xxx “This plant—” I whimper as I curl my fingers against my G-spot. “This skirted arum flower is full of surprises,” I whisper sleepily as I curl my pointer and thumb around the apple-wide shaft right behind where the petals are growing out of it. It only takes two more bounces on the spadix before sweet release strikes like a heavenly lightning bolt from within. The liquid is pretty thick and incredibly slippery, much like raw egg whites. “This skirted arum flower is full of surprises,” I whisper sleepily as I curl my pointer and thumb around the apple-wide shaft right behind where the petals are growing out of it. No more, I think, clenching my teeth and clamping my glazed lips shut.
