The dryad moans ecstatically as your seed fills her, and the vines buried in your own body swell briefly to mimic the effect... and all around you, you hear the sounds of your lovers reaching their own release. But like you, they seem to be in no rush to end their "fun"; out of the corner of your eye, you can see Kara at the very least is playing with her clit as her body grapples happily with the vines.<br/><br/>"Oh!" Sunleaf's hands grab hold of your biceps, and the dryad- exerting a surprising amount of strength- actually pulls you down so that you are practically laying on top of her, your head buried into the bright, aromatic mane of hare around her shoulders. "Oh... I did not know how I<em>needed</em>this!"<br/><br/>The dryad's body is warm to the touch, like a tree that's been sitting in the sun all day... and her lips press against your head and neck as fast as they can, leaving delightful little sun-spots of heat wherever they touch.