Lyly90, the insatiable vixen, finds herself in the heart of the woods, her lips craving something more than fresh air. She spots a thick, rigid branch, its bark rough and textured like a hard, veined cock. Kneeling, she parts her lips, taking the makeshift phallus deep into her throat, gagging slightly as it hits her tonsils. Her tongue swirls around it, tasting the earthy scent, as she bobs her head, her spit glistening on the wood.