The dryad sighs softly against you, and her lips meet yours curved in a smile. As if to mirror you, one of her hands slides around to the small of your back, while the other rises to gently knead the soft flesh of your breast.<br/><br/>"The same? Perhaps not quite..." the dryad's voice is softer, as if the sensations of your body against hers are taking her breath away. "But very, very close. Which is why I know here..." She gently pinches your nipple between her thumb and forefinger, rolling back and forth softly "is a good place to tease to make you feel good. Is it not?"