Orion's first move was to let his finger delicately trace the contours of Dariya's flower. With each tremor that reverberated through her body, his drowsiness evaporated, replaced by a renewed vigour coursing through his veins.
Dariya, equally captivated by the sensations, remained fixated on his every action, curiosity brimming within her, eager to witness how his touch would help her find release from her pent-up stress.
However, for Orion, the current conundrum was not about wasting time pondering whether a tree nymph could become wet or not. Instead, his focus shifted to the task at hand: how to bring Dariya to a state of arousal. Clinched to explore uncharted territory, Orion's hands ventured from the edges of Dariya's flower's fleshy lips towards its very core. As his fingertips reached the fleshy lips of her flower, he plunged his index finger into the pulsating warm depths.
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