Sandra Moves In On Eric

Eric was fighting back tears, struggling all he could to free himself. Slowly he started to make head way, the main root coiling around him slowly growing looser.

Successfully ripping an arm free Eric's hope and rejoice was quickly crushed as a new root snaked up around his wrist and down, pulling the limb painfully tight to the ground. As the coiled root receded Eric soon found himself with only one free arm on his back, Sasha hovering over his face, affectionately brush hair from his face.

The fight with the roots and Sasha's corrupt ministration had distracted him so thoroughly he failed to notice Sandra standing by his feet, waiting. As his free hand tried to reach over and free his over she promptly kneeled down, casually pulling his arm away.

Eric cried out in exertion trying to fight her only to find his second arm soon rooted down, and his oddly erect cock aching for attention after briefly being brushed by the dryad.

“Just relax, no need to struggle.” The strangely soothing melodious voice seemed to almost sing. “Look how happy she is.”

Eric doubled his efforts, extra concerned about what seemed to have come over Sasha as Sasha tried to deliver another kiss.

Gasping Eric cursed himself as he uncontrollably thrust his crotch up. Helping the warm tight pussy envelope his shaft as her weight now held him down. Eric couldn't believe how good it felt, failing to fend off thoughts about the slow grinding the dryad was doing atop his cock as Eric was restrained to the ground.

“Oh…. Fuck…. Please… Noo…” Eric groaned, squirming and biting his lip, Sasha's tits dragging across his face as her lips explored down his now naked body.

Leaning back Sandra stroked Sasha's hair, admiring how it had begun to brown. Sandra contently grinded atop Eric's cock as Sasha kissed her way up Sandra's body to suckle on her blossomed nipples. Her wet pussy grinded against Eric's face, her juices smearing across his chin and face.

Looking down at Sasha Sandra envied how peacefully she was coming along compared to her. The stubborn man who had come with her however was experiencing a similar path.

Eric questioned how it started, hell he questioned if he was licking at Sasha's delicious pussy. Relishing the taste of its juices alongside the pussy slowly milking his cock ever closer to cumming.

Groaning loudly he felt the pressure build in his cock, grunting into Sasha's pussy as he hefted his pelvis up with all his might relieved to feel his cock unload.

Smiling promisingly Sandra pulled Sasha into a kiss. “Don't worry, he isn't done yet.” Sandra promised getting up off the now fattened 14” cock.

Stroking Sasha's increasingly stringy hair Sandra held Sasha's face in place as she toyed with her clit.

With each roll of Sandra's fingers across her clit Sasha grinded on Eric's face, coming closer to her next climax as she watched the dryad's clit grow longer, weaving like several woody vines into a bulb tipped 16” cock.

“Are you ready to be fucked?” Sandra asked Sasha running her hand lovingly up and down the seed she had to plant.