She then opened her legs in front of me and said, "Alright then." She gently pinched her folded flower and traced its edge upward, continuing, "I will allow you to touch my flower and see how well you can increase the volume of my release." Withdrawing her hands, she placed them on the ground behind her, reclining her body slightly, fully exposing her golden-coloured legs and private part to me.
"But be careful," she added suddenly, her voice laced with caution, "the sensitivity of Tree nymphs can vary, so you'll have to be even more gentle with my flower."
I nodded, my face reflecting a serious and understanding demeanour as I positioned myself beneath her legs on solid ground. Gazing up at her flower, adorned in its glistening golden hue, its fleshy hole mirroring the same captivating colour, I acted without further ado.
