The dryad hears your request, and the vines stop attempting to work their way up, contenting themselves instead to coil around your stomach and waist as Sunleaf continues to gyrate her hips. Steadily, her gasps of pleasure are starting to get sharper and louder...<br/><br/>By the time you reach your release, the dryad is bordering on crying out her enjoyment. As she feels your cum running down the cheeks of her ass, her bouncing reaches a fever pitch, and it feels as if her sex is attempting to pull your finger in deeper with every thrust. Her muscles clench beneath your teeth, and where you were restrained, she let's loose. Her scream of pleasure fills the night air, and you feel a wave of warmth wash over your hands as she cums, filling the air with the scent of earth after a rainstorm. She rides the wave, crying out as she continues to rub herself against your hand, and you can feel her shudders of pleasure through your mail.<br/><br/>After a moment, Sunleaf comes back down from that peak, and settles back against you. The vines that tied you two together begin to loosen, and the vines inside you slow their rhythm down, but don't stop or pull out.<br/><br/>"You give very nice gifts, my friend..." the rain-on-leaves sound is faint and out of breath, and the dryad's woody skin actually seems flushed. "I hope you are enjoying mine?"<br/><br/>As she says this, you feel the vines in your ass and pussy undulate mischievously, and the dryad gives you another lazy smile.<br/>