Apollo pierced Eutostea’s insides with his erection. He buried his face in her swaying mounds. He pumped his waist roughly in madness. It was an illusion anyway. He was going to have his own way. He would take her to his heart’s content and leave a sign that she belonged to him.
It would not be allowed in real life. Even if she called his name, she would only take a few steps away and treat him like a stranger. He’ll be repeatedly building and collapsing sandcastles. A vain feeling ate him up. He may never have her. Apollo bit his lips. Blood dripped down. It fell over Eutostea’s soft concave, which was being enthusiastically shaken, and flowed down to her rib, leaving a red trail.
Apollo licked the upper part of her flat stomach with his lips. Clearing up his blood, his lips met her stiff ******. Apollo bent his waist round like a mating wolf. His hardness diligently moved in and out of Eutostea’s most divine place. At the same time, he caressed Eutostea’s white bre@sts. He swallowed one ******. He chewed and nibbled on it and returned to the time when he was bre@stfed by the goddess Themis, he closed his lips around her n!pples and sucked.
Eutostea’s v!rgin bre@st which did not produce any milk was sucked to death.
Her laugh sounded from above his head.
Do you still have the energy to laugh?
Apollo frowned fiercely and accelerated his thrusts.
“Ahh!” Eutostea howled with her eyes tightly closed.
Apollo also frowned. Her insides tightened with a warm and pleasant to the point where he wanted to stay wrapped in them forever if he could. She held his big package to his heart’s content, but still encouraged him to make a statement. Apollo collapsed over her body with a thud, crumpling and clenching the sheets. Eutostea’s legs, swaying like reeds, swirled around his waist. She was embracing him as tightly as his grip on her was.
Appearing in his dreams, she was a temptress beyond compare.
Apollo was forced to shoot out white fluids. His strength was sucked into her body. Eutostea smiled languidly. Apollo swept her sweaty hair off her face. Her damp forehead shone like a grain of wheat. But it was a dream. Apollo watched as the body he was hugging slipped through his fingers and transformed into yellowish shattered pieces of chinaware.
“Eutostea…” he spat out her name like a sigh.
The broken pieces in his hand crumbled into powder. The dry desert wind swept the powder away coldly. Apollo was left alone on the bed.
***
Eutostea looked back because she thought her name was called. She could see Apollo’s face; sleeping with a static look. His lips are shut tight. Somehow, after taking her eyes off his thin lips, she went on her way.
“Uh…”
Dionysus rolled around the room and was bending his back against the wall, away from where he had been seen earlier.
Eutostea looked at his ***** back for a moment and felt a sense of skepticism about the god she served. His posture; plastering himself to the wall, was so strange that she didn’t know how to cover him with the blanket. Looking at his strange angle, Eutostea stood tall beside him, and Dionysus jerked around perhaps noticing her presence. His eyes opened wide. There was no focus in his green eyes.
“He has a strange sleeping habit,” Eutostea said with a sigh.
As she turned around to go and clean up her own bed after covering him a little with the blanket. Dionysus’ hand stretched out like lightning and grasped her ankle.
She tried to tell him to go to sleep and let go of her hand, expecting to soon hear him call her name. But the name his lips pronounced was a different one.
“Anne…”
Eutostea stooped down carefully. He happened to grab her by her sore ankle so she tried to shake him off, but suddenly he began to sob, blinking his green eyes. A drop of tear like a diamond drenched his young face.
“Anne.”
Apollo pierced Eutostea’s insides with his erection. He buried his face in her swaying mounds. He pumped his waist roughly in madness. It was an illusion anyway. He was going to have his own way. He would take her to his heart’s content and leave a sign that she belonged to him.
It would not be allowed in real life. Even if she called his name, she would only take a few steps away and treat him like a stranger. He’ll be repeatedly building and collapsing sandcastles. A vain feeling ate him up. He may never have her. Apollo bit his lips. Blood dripped down. It fell over Eutostea’s soft concave, which was being enthusiastically shaken, and flowed down to her rib, leaving a red trail.
Apollo licked the upper part of her flat stomach with his lips. Clearing up his blood, his lips met her stiff ******. Apollo bent his waist round like a mating wolf. His hardness diligently moved in and out of Eutostea’s most divine place. At the same time, he caressed Eutostea’s white bre@sts. He swallowed one ******. He chewed and nibbled on it and returned to the time when he was bre@stfed by the goddess Themis, he closed his lips around her n!pples and sucked.
Eutostea’s v!rgin bre@st which did not produce any milk was sucked to death.
Her laugh sounded from above his head.
Do you still have the energy to laugh?
Apollo frowned fiercely and accelerated his thrusts.
“Ahh!” Eutostea howled with her eyes tightly closed.
Apollo also frowned. Her insides tightened with a warm and pleasant to the point where he wanted to stay wrapped in them forever if he could. She held his big package to his heart’s content, but still encouraged him to make a statement. Apollo collapsed over her body with a thud, crumpling and clenching the sheets. Eutostea’s legs, swaying like reeds, swirled around his waist. She was embracing him as tightly as his grip on her was.
Appearing in his dreams, she was a temptress beyond compare.
Apollo was forced to shoot out white fluids. His strength was sucked into her body. Eutostea smiled languidly. Apollo swept her sweaty hair off her face. Her damp forehead shone like a grain of wheat. But it was a dream. Apollo watched as the body he was hugging slipped through his fingers and transformed into yellowish shattered pieces of chinaware.
“Eutostea…” he spat out her name like a sigh.
The broken pieces in his hand crumbled into powder. The dry desert wind swept the powder away coldly. Apollo was left alone on the bed.
***
Eutostea looked back because she thought her name was called. She could see Apollo’s face; sleeping with a static look. His lips are shut tight. Somehow, after taking her eyes off his thin lips, she went on her way.
“Uh…”
Dionysus rolled around the room and was bending his back against the wall, away from where he had been seen earlier.
Eutostea looked at his ***** back for a moment and felt a sense of skepticism about the god she served. His posture; plastering himself to the wall, was so strange that she didn’t know how to cover him with the blanket. Looking at his strange angle, Eutostea stood tall beside him, and Dionysus jerked around perhaps noticing her presence. His eyes opened wide. There was no focus in his green eyes.
“He has a strange sleeping habit,” Eutostea said with a sigh.
As she turned around to go and clean up her own bed after covering him a little with the blanket. Dionysus’ hand stretched out like lightning and grasped her ankle.
She tried to tell him to go to sleep and let go of her hand, expecting to soon hear him call her name. But the name his lips pronounced was a different one.
“Anne…”
Eutostea stooped down carefully. He happened to grab her by her sore ankle so she tried to shake him off, but suddenly he began to sob, blinking his green eyes. A drop of tear like a diamond drenched his young face.
“Anne.”
