Ayla closes her eyes as she focuses on the differences between your cocks. She explores every inch of skin, tracing veins and feeling the texture of each glans. "Your cock has a smaller head," she says, cupping it in her hand. "But the foreskin is longer, almost hiding it from view."

She tilts her head to the side as she studies your cock further. "And when I pull back the foreskin..."

"...your glans is smooth and pink," she murmurs. "Not ridged like mine." Opening her eyes, she compares the veins on each cock. "Yours are less prominent, more delicate even. Like fine lines etched onto your flesh."

Finally, she brings both cocks together, admiring the way they differ in size and shape. "Mine is thicker, more muscular," she says with a prideful smile. "But you make up for it with your hardness and sensitivity." She caresses your shaft affectionately, her gaze locked with yours. "

Ayla leans forward, pressing her breasts against your chest as she continues to compare your cocks. "Your cock feels softer," she whispers, running her fingers over the sensitive head. "More yielding." She moans softly at the sensation, arching her back involuntarily.

"And the veins... they're not as pronounced as mine," she says with a purr, tracing them gently with her fingertip. "But there is still so much life in you."

As she talks, Ayla's fingers move lower on your body, teasing your entrance and the sensitive bundle of nerves just behind it. Her touch sends shivers down your spine, making you harden even further. She looks up at you through hooded eyes, her expression hungry.

"Your skin... it's so smooth," she says, running a finger over the head of your cock once more. "And the veins here..." She trails off, tracing the vein that runs along the length of your shaft. "

The druid woman's smile turns soft and slightly wistful as she answers your question. "I've never had family outside of the forest, either," she says. "My parents were travelers like you who found their way here and decided to make this place their home. I was born and raised here, in this very house." She glances around at her cozy surroundings before continuing, "I've never been anywhere else except for brief excursions into the city once or twice a year to trade goods with the merchants."

The druid woman chuckles softly. "Well, you could say that I've never been lonely. You see, I have a special connection with nature... With the plants and animals that live here. They are my friends, my family." She gestures to the forest around them, as if encompassing all of it within her gesture. "I talk to them, listen to them... And in return, they protect me and provide for me."