Penelope Seduced by Hermes

There I was standing naked in front of his shining red rocket. Just beyond the river bed, which smelled like a sea slug, we were secluded from outside eyes. Though not far from where we stood, a couple was walking hand in hand, the man wearing a cap and appeared to be a walking with cane. Our breasts were rubbing together with frustration but sounded squishy and swishy, like bottles filled with fruity insides. We were pressed into each other together hiding from ruminating eyes. I imagines I was being enveloped by the roots of an elm we were leaned up against. The branches all wrapped around my thighs and whistling into my warm lips, I came, as he worked his hard rod of fire inside me. I began to moan and the birds rustled away from a bush near the open. I thirsted to hold his cum inside my wide-open, drooling, mouth. We shed the last of what little clothes we were wearing and then he planted in the floor with his legs crossed. I clenched his dicks with my knees, doggedly, like a tulip pinching my seed. I loved the feeling of his huge cock. The moist lips, they covered both his dicks, and both began to spray fumes of dew onto my balls and my pussy hole. There we sat hungering for each others taste and thirst until our moaning was overheard by a brave owl who perched overhead.



He said, “who do you hear in the bushes?” then motioning with his eyes he gathered his thoughts and immediately left.
“What else would I do but turn and run?” He thought. That was all

The pit was filled with a dreamy substance-fully reminiscent of a lemon jelly. The highest point of the ceiling was out of sight and they were trapped inside. Being stuck inside like a broken jar.