<span style="color: #666600">"I'm playing with Romas and Vestla, I'm in a good mood still. My mind is okay, I promise."</span>She nodded and looked down.<span style="color: #666600">"They can all live in Silvermoon, they'll be safe and happy there."</span><br/><br/>The'kal's first breasts were heavier than they looked and it wouldn't take much for Vestla to find her hands covered in the perverse goddess' milk.<span style="color: #666600">"Yup. I'm a good little dryad who stays out of trouble."</span>She gasped and moaned softly as she was touched. Romas would find her delightfully tight and almost smouldering hot, accompanied by the enticing smell of a dryad in heat.<span style="color: #666600">"Custom made just for you... You'll fit, but it will take some... Effort. I'm sure you don't mind?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>