When they were out of sight, Ayota revealed to Byron the reason on which account she was beaming.
"This is our time alone," she said, reaching for Byron's dick.
It was already throbbing against his pants. Part of this was because he had just woken up and with his morning wood like any normal man.
Combined to the fact that the first sight after he opened his eyes was that of the dryads, and Lucille, naked and bent in every position imaginable as they sat, walked or worked around the fires on which the meat was roasting, the throbbing was already too extreme for his pants to handle.
And now Ayota had just touched it, not to mention the words she whispered into his ear directly afterward. "Lucille said we can do whatever we want."
Her hand was now inside his pants and she squeezed the head of the snake inside as if she had a beef with it.
"Lucile really said that?" gasped Byron.
