“You’ll be less thirsty if you drink me.”
Eutostea opened her mouth. Her scarlet petal-like lips were opened wide. As her red tongue licked her lower lip, its redness shined with an appealing brilliance that contrasted with the white teeth revealed under her tongue.
Though he thought it was an illusion, Apollo sought her lips out. The two pairs of lips met and twisted together. Apollo’s tongue pierced into Eutostea’s mouth. After s*ducing him, she chased the tip of his tongue away shyly. As he immersed himself in the kiss, he drank Eutostea’s sweet saliva.
‘The frantic thirst has abated. No, it’s not enough,’ he thought.
The broad palms held Eutostea’s hips. He was almost *****, and she reprehensibly dressed in layers of priesthood. Apollo put his hand down to her ankles to grasp the hem of her skirt. He pulled it up her ankles, up to her calves, and then thighs. Under the dazzling sun, her milky white bare legs were revealed. Apollo’s hand skimmed down her skin with satisfaction. He clenched her skin in his hands wantonly.
“Ungghh…”
Eutostea was clinging onto his lips. It was her tacit approval for him to do more. Apollo stopped massaging her legs. Eutostea was slowly pushing her hips forward as she tightened her legs. He put his hand inside her tightly overlapped thighs. It was warm and wet. Moving his fingers as if they were playing between her folds, Apollo climbed up, jerking Eutostea onto the bed. He grabbed her thighs and spread them wide.
Her secret place was revealed raw under the brilliant sun. Eutostea grinned with a face betraying no shame.
“It’s sweet here, too.”
Apollo rubbed her insides with his fingers. Every time his fingers moved, a watery sound resounded.
“You look very thirsty, Lord Apollo. Why don’t you quench your thirst with the water that comes from under there?”
“Are you asking me to go down on you like a dog?”
“You don’t want to? Well, your eyes have this covetous glint in them, but you’re stubborn with your mouth.”
Eutostea lifted her right leg up and hung it over his shoulder. Apollo’s expression was distorted when her toes began to touch his face. His noble pride was grazed. Eutostea pushed her big toe into Apollo’s mouth.
“Do you think my body is dirty? Do you think it’s sullied because Lord Dionysus had me? You don’t want to get drunk on the body of a woman who’s been touched by another’s hands? But, Lord Apollo, this dream is to show you what you want. It’s your desire to lift up my skirt in a priest’s uniform with a dazed look on your face and put it in as much as you want.”
Small toes rubbed against his teeth like candy. Apollo did not open his mouth. He looked at Eutostea, who was seducing him with a cool look. Eutostea laughed at him, closing her eyes thinly. She reached out and patted his soaring erection.
“You’re thirsty.”
“…”
“You’re dying to have me.”
“…”
“Why, are you hesitating? It’s a dream anyway. I don’t even remember you in real life. You’ll never have me.”
Apollo’s eyes shook. Eutostea pressed her toes harder against his tightly closed teeth and gums. Apollo’s jaw opened. Eutostea’s toes were sucked into his open mouth. Apollo licked them so quickly as if they were covered in honey. He didn’t hesitate to lick all of her foot, not just her toes. Eutostea’s feet twinkled like they’re covered in oil. Apollo was so absorbed in sucking on her feet that he drooled down his chin and neck. He did not even look like one of the wolves raised by Artemis, but a dog licking a woman’s foot with his tongue lapping like crazy. His heavenly pride plunged into the ground, and he bent over as if to kiss the golden plaque of his fallen self-respect and crawled over to Eutostea’s crotch area. It was more like he was spitting water out of his body than wetting his throat. Apollo was willing to lick her folds and entrance. He bit and sucked it as if he were sterilizing it with his own saliva. Eutostea straddled his head with her thighs in a coquettish manner. She clasped Apollo’s head. The brilliant blonde, shining golden hair, crumpled badly in her grasp.
“Ha… Lord Apollo… ah… hnnghh ah… At this rate my down there is going to be worn out. My senses… ah ah, it’s going crazy!” Eutostea screamed as she buried her head into the mattress.
Apollo drank her sweet body fluids pouring out like water from a fountain. Her thighs closed in even tighter around the culprit’s head. He staggered away. His eyes, cheeks, nose, philtrum, chin, and face were all covered with her fluids everywhere.
He looked down at the bob-haired woman with her legs wide open and wheezing.
“Eutostea,” he chanted her name like a spell and embraced the illusion of his dreams. “I want you. I want you like crazy!”
“You’ll be less thirsty if you drink me.”
Eutostea opened her mouth. Her scarlet petal-like lips were opened wide. As her red tongue licked her lower lip, its redness shined with an appealing brilliance that contrasted with the white teeth revealed under her tongue.
Though he thought it was an illusion, Apollo sought her lips out. The two pairs of lips met and twisted together. Apollo’s tongue pierced into Eutostea’s mouth. After s*ducing him, she chased the tip of his tongue away shyly. As he immersed himself in the kiss, he drank Eutostea’s sweet saliva.
‘The frantic thirst has abated. No, it’s not enough,’ he thought.
The broad palms held Eutostea’s hips. He was almost *****, and she reprehensibly dressed in layers of priesthood. Apollo put his hand down to her ankles to grasp the hem of her skirt. He pulled it up her ankles, up to her calves, and then thighs. Under the dazzling sun, her milky white bare legs were revealed. Apollo’s hand skimmed down her skin with satisfaction. He clenched her skin in his hands wantonly.
“Ungghh…”
Eutostea was clinging onto his lips. It was her tacit approval for him to do more. Apollo stopped massaging her legs. Eutostea was slowly pushing her hips forward as she tightened her legs. He put his hand inside her tightly overlapped thighs. It was warm and wet. Moving his fingers as if they were playing between her folds, Apollo climbed up, jerking Eutostea onto the bed. He grabbed her thighs and spread them wide.
Her secret place was revealed raw under the brilliant sun. Eutostea grinned with a face betraying no shame.
“It’s sweet here, too.”
Apollo rubbed her insides with his fingers. Every time his fingers moved, a watery sound resounded.
“You look very thirsty, Lord Apollo. Why don’t you quench your thirst with the water that comes from under there?”
“Are you asking me to go down on you like a dog?”
“You don’t want to? Well, your eyes have this covetous glint in them, but you’re stubborn with your mouth.”
Eutostea lifted her right leg up and hung it over his shoulder. Apollo’s expression was distorted when her toes began to touch his face. His noble pride was grazed. Eutostea pushed her big toe into Apollo’s mouth.
“Do you think my body is dirty? Do you think it’s sullied because Lord Dionysus had me? You don’t want to get drunk on the body of a woman who’s been touched by another’s hands? But, Lord Apollo, this dream is to show you what you want. It’s your desire to lift up my skirt in a priest’s uniform with a dazed look on your face and put it in as much as you want.”
Small toes rubbed against his teeth like candy. Apollo did not open his mouth. He looked at Eutostea, who was seducing him with a cool look. Eutostea laughed at him, closing her eyes thinly. She reached out and patted his soaring erection.
“You’re thirsty.”
“…”
“You’re dying to have me.”
“…”
“Why, are you hesitating? It’s a dream anyway. I don’t even remember you in real life. You’ll never have me.”
Apollo’s eyes shook. Eutostea pressed her toes harder against his tightly closed teeth and gums. Apollo’s jaw opened. Eutostea’s toes were sucked into his open mouth. Apollo licked them so quickly as if they were covered in honey. He didn’t hesitate to lick all of her foot, not just her toes. Eutostea’s feet twinkled like they’re covered in oil. Apollo was so absorbed in sucking on her feet that he drooled down his chin and neck. He did not even look like one of the wolves raised by Artemis, but a dog licking a woman’s foot with his tongue lapping like crazy. His heavenly pride plunged into the ground, and he bent over as if to kiss the golden plaque of his fallen self-respect and crawled over to Eutostea’s crotch area. It was more like he was spitting water out of his body than wetting his throat. Apollo was willing to lick her folds and entrance. He bit and sucked it as if he were sterilizing it with his own saliva. Eutostea straddled his head with her thighs in a coquettish manner. She clasped Apollo’s head. The brilliant blonde, shining golden hair, crumpled badly in her grasp.
“Ha… Lord Apollo… ah… hnnghh ah… At this rate my down there is going to be worn out. My senses… ah ah, it’s going crazy!” Eutostea screamed as she buried her head into the mattress.
Apollo drank her sweet body fluids pouring out like water from a fountain. Her thighs closed in even tighter around the culprit’s head. He staggered away. His eyes, cheeks, nose, philtrum, chin, and face were all covered with her fluids everywhere.
He looked down at the bob-haired woman with her legs wide open and wheezing.
“Eutostea,” he chanted her name like a spell and embraced the illusion of his dreams. “I want you. I want you like crazy!”
