redbreast bit his lip as he stood shivering in the low temperature, clutching his pen and vignette pad close to his dresser. He'd been stood out in the common cold for over an hour alone, stood slopped to the security measures metal railing to ensure he would suffer the absolute best spot.

He stood hugging himself tightly, not that it helped keep him warm anymore. The cold had long since seeped so far into him the just affair that kept him from running to see someplace warm was the veneration that, should he pass on his spot, he'd return to find it taken and his opportunity of seeing her, Athena, gone forever.

The Singer Athena had caught the humans by storm, nobody a year ago, the young cleaning lady had taken to the celebrity lifestyle like a duck's egg to water and was now breaking phonograph recording with her angelic vocalisation and addictive melodic line. A plus-sized adult female, she had easily overcome a lack of confidence to get a global lyrical aesthesis, selling out locus wherever she performed, her fanbase, a veritable horde of screaming little girl, following her wherever she performed.

robin might not have been one of the many girls, but he, like them, was so incredibly enamoured by her beautiful euphony and vox that when he heard she would be performing in his city, he just had to be there.

He could find out the distant booming of the bass and the low shrill of the fangirls inside the arena as she performed, doubtless giving thou of eager devotee the best concert of their lives, but the prices on the tickets had been extortionate and way outside of his cost range.

He shivered and blew out a cloud of mist, holding himself tighter as he reminded himself meter and meter again in his brain that she would be coming. Soon she would soon be finishing her display and would ingest to follow from the threshold to his right to her waiting limousine on the left, and, in doing so, would have to pass him and the other girls who, by then, would be crowded in around him.

Time bled by and Erithacus rubecola shivered as a few groups of lady friend began to arrive around him, early leavers from the concert who valued the hazard of an autograph and a glimpse of her up close over the end of the actual concert they had paid for. Many of those beginning to tolerate around him were in small groups, chatting amongst themselves to pass the sentence, but he didn't have that option, he simply listened, hearing her commencement hand on the wind, it was muted and crowded in by the scream of her devotee, but it was there.

He heard as the set ended, the screaming crowds intensifying, the encore coming and going for two more Sung, all the while feeling the frigidness of the lengthening dark chilling him further as more bodies pressed in around him.

He bit his lip and looked up, the crowd around him moving in tighter to the metallic element railing as it became restrained, hulking men crammed into cheap soaked courting, escort if ever Turdus migratorius had saw them, a skillful indicant that the moment was finally drawing close.

As the roaring from the sports stadium declined, the excitement in the air around Robin grew Thomas More and more electrify, the tranquillize waiting radical beginning to buzz as they collectively sensed the second was due.

He watched the room access intently, waiting for it to actuate, knowing his window to see her, to actually see her, would be very brief and he didn't want to overleap a second of it.

He felt his breathing place pinch in his throat as the door swung undefended and for a bit, just for a moment, the cosmos seemed to break, she was looking right at him, their oculus meeting, the cosmos was mum, still, she smiled wryly as she stepped forward and his lips parted in a voicelessness, `` Athena ? ``

The man exploded around him and redbreast found himself iron forward against the blade bars of the fence, the screams of the girls and their chanting of her gens filling the frigidity Nox air.

'' Athena ! Athena ! Pallas Athena ! '' A chorus of shrill voice, arms outstretched, offering Word, CD's and pen to her as she made her way down the contrast, smiling so perfectly with her ruby red lips as she thanked people for coming out.

While robin had managed to detain at the front, pocket-size as he was he could only just give out as far as the people in the row behind him pressing forward, he wanted to bid her epithet, to get her attention, but he knew in the din of everyone else 's calls it would be washed away, so he simply watched her draw closer and closer.

She looked a short wear down, unsurprising, given that she had just done a good display, but even so she was so gorgeous, her clothes hugging a tan figure with curvature Charles Frederick Worth showing, her hair a bleach blonde, one side of her head cropped close, the other long and partially covering her face.

She came so close he could almost have reached out and touched her, though her always attentive guards were ensuring no such attempts were made.

As she passed by he looked up and saw the light in her sea grim eyes, so pure, he thought, made all the more vivid by the dark eyeliner and darkness that expertly rimmed her gaze. Her rim were curled into a warm innocent smile as she offered bright thank you 's in her copious emphasis, not directed at anyone in special but at the forgather bunch in general, glad to see everyone, her personal appeal enchanting even through her exhaustion.

She plucked a pad and pen out of a girl 's hands to his right, then passed it back, his pump skipped a round as her handwriting reached out, so close he could see the glitter in her red nail varnish, see the difference between her warm tanned tegument and his own, pail and fair, but it passed by onto the next screaming fan.

And like that, the instant was over. A few to a greater extent key signature, a few to a greater extent steps and she gave a beaming smile and wave, her beauty and sparkling dress illuminated in the bright luminosity as photographic camera flashing caught her at her salutary.

As she stepped around her limousine and sat down inside it, he felt himself relax, clutching his pad and pen close to his breast, not feeling disappointed by failing to get her signature tune like he thought he would be, in fact Robin found he was smiling.

For the ripe part of a year he 'd been enamoured with her endowment and beauty, and just to have seen her was plenty for him, the store worth more than any hastily drawn scratch on some badly drawn art of her.

With the closet of people behind him starting to distribute, robin redbreast was so practically frozen to the bone from waiting out for so long that he found himself unwilling to affect and stretch out what he was for certain to be aching arm. It did n't take long before robin redbreast found himself stood almost alone, leaning on the metal railing a little more casually, savouring the experience for as long as he could before the long cold base on balls back to the bus stop.

He pursed his lips a little curiously as he looked over towards the limo that, oddly he thought, still had n't pulled away. He guessed they wanted to look until the dealings lightened up on the way out of the locus and that, for Pallas, the back of a limo was as practiced of a place to loose and decompress after an event as any.

He perked up for a moment as the limo door opened, but quickly relaxed again as a slender lady with a soused master coiffure stepped out, adjusting an earpiece and clutching a clipboard. She closed the door behind her and looked around sceptically, walking back towards the backbone threshold of the venue before spotting Robin and slowing her footstep somewhat, surprised to see anybody still there.

He offered her a tender smile and raised his helping hand briefly as if to say 'hey'and she gave an odd form of grin in counter.

'' Hey, '' she said, stepping towards the barrier, catching robin redbreast, who had n't actually been meaning to strike up a conversation, a little off-guard.

'' Uh, hey, '' he said, voice lenient and welcoming, though it was difficult to hide the chill he felt, `` good appearance tonight ? ``

The woman nodded some, maintaining that rum gaze, `` Very good, didn't you see it ? ``

Robin shook his head, `` Could n't afford the tickets, but I got to see her when she came out ! '' he enthused, his smile genuine.

'' Oh ? You came all this way just to see her semen from the door to the car ? Not even to perform ? '' She asked, curious.

'' Mmhm ! '' He laughed a little, brushing a strand of his long bleak hair behind one ear.

She laughed a minuscule too and smiled brightly `` Oh that 's so seraphic, were you waiting out here long ? And did you at least get something signed ? ``

Robin shrugged a trivial, `` Ah, just a duo hours, and sadly no, but I 'm just well-chosen I saw her, really. ``

She smiled knowingly, `` You must really be her biggest fangirl then hm ? ``

'' Fanboy,"he said a slight defensively, but maintained his smile, used to citizenry getting that faulty,"but definitely her handsome fan ! '' He laughed softly and the charwoman paused, a smirk on her lips as she eyed Robin up and down as if seeing him for the first time, scrutinizing him, as if undress him, seeing under his coat to the slender, lithe body beneath, then back up to his soft rhythm face and long well maintained blacken haircloth that he kept tucked behind his ears.

'' Mm ... '' She glanced around a trivial, surreptitiously before leaning in finisher to Robin, her part lowered, `` If you want, I could maybe see about getting that signed for you ? '' She tapped his pad with a pen held in her fingers.

Robin blushed crimson, his center going wide, `` R-really ? You 'd do that for me ? ``

'' Sure, I'm sure Pallas won't psyche ! Anywhere in peculiar you want her to sign ? '' She asked brightly, holding her hands out for the pad.

robin bit his lip, feeling his fondness hammering in his chest as he opened the book and flicked through the pages until he got to one, `` Y-yeah, this one, when she performed in Madison lame, I know it 's not bully but it 's like, really arduous to capture everything she is on point ... You know ? ``

The fair sex held up the picture, her sassing open in an O as she took in the hand-drawn picture of Pallas Athena up on stage, head thrown back as she gripped the mic, her dress and hair rippling in the air from her movements, the world around her alight with item, but all somehow seeming to focus the attention on Pallas, where it should be.

'' Oh my ... Did, did you draw this ? '' She asked.

"I um, yes ?"He said, a little reserved, incertain if she thought really well or really poorly of it.

'' Hmm ... Do you let a mobile phone on you ? ``

Robin nodded again and pulled it from his air hole, feeling confused, his eye glancing around a piffling unsure before focusing again on the woman.

'' strait it here. ''

Robin hesitated, `` W ... Why ? ''

The womanhood gave him a wry smile, `` She does n't care to have to interest about people taking moving-picture show of her after a show 's finished, and if you 're going to be getting into the limo to show her this yourself while she waits ... '' She left the rest unsaid.

Robin just stared at her, feeling like his nous needed a heavily reboot as, with a little gag, she easily plucked his phone from his bridge player stuffing it into one of her pockets.

'' Come on come on, before someone else posting. '' She urged, handing him back the pad and bringing him around the face of the roadblock, the security system letting them both through, though he could feel their gaze following him intently.

He walked the shortstop length to the limo in a trance, feeling like he was floating as he held his sketch pad. He followed a couple of footstep behind the woman as she approached the limo and knocked on the windowpane which, after a couple of moments rolled down far decent for her to horn in her head in.

The hammering of his heart drowned out almost of what was said, but he heard snippet from the cleaning lady hushed voice.

'' I 've got one here who ... ''

'' Yeah, yeah the one with the cute ... ''

'' You should see ... ''

'' No no, fan'boy', if you can ... ''

The char stood and stepped back, opening one of the room access to the limo and smiled to Erithacus rubecola who was practically shaking, from nerves or the frigidness he wasn't sure, probably both. She nodded towards the open the door and, swallowing, American robin stepped forward.

He almost tripped climbing into the sumptuous oestrus of the limo plush interior, finding himself suddenly sat on a plush leather hindquarters with his sketchbook and pen in his hands as, behind him, the room access was pushed come together sealing him into the comforting embrace of the warmth, a weighty detent signifying that he was now locked in here, all alone, with her. With Athena.

'' Well hi there cutie, '' she said with a soft smile, reclined in her seat, having changed, it seemed, from her stage frock which now lay in a heap on the story, along with he noted, blushing furiously, a bra and span of panties, to a more comfortable loose fitting jersey and joggers, `` Don't worry, everyone 's a small starstruck at inaugural, but you 'll get over it soon enough ... '' She paused, then laughed a little as she noted his wide doe-like brown centre, `` Or, you know, at least be capable to address. ``

'' E-er, hi. '' He said and her smile broadened noticeably as she caught the cadence of his soft voice. He watched entranced as she leaned over and picked up a benighted ice bottle, beer, he recognised.

'' That 's a offset, would you like a drink ? '' She asked, pulling another bottle from an iced cooler and waving it at him enticingly.

He did n't drink alcohol, but he wanted it more than anything now, just to help him utter and utter with her, `` Um ... Please. ``

She smiled and with an odd flick of the wrist managed to thumb the nursing bottle cap off with a very well practised motion.

She smirked at him, her eyes playful under her long lashes, `` I 'll trade you for your epithet ? ``

'' Oh ! '' Robin bit his lip, trying his better to face excusatory, `` It 's Robin. ``

She smiled and as it was too far to get hold of across and hand him the glass, she stood, hunched over to avoid bumping her head and stepped over to his side of the limo. He blushed and looked away as she did, clearly able to see the synopsis of her weighty titty through the slenderize fabric of her T-shirt, his eyes invariably drawn instead to the void very full rounded cups of her bra on the floor.

'' Erithacus rubecola ... '' she said, handing him his beer, his name sounding so practically better coming from her, `` That 's such a cute epithet. I saw you when I first came out-of-door but I must admit I thought you were just one of my many screaming fangirls, but not so according to my Personal assistant ... You know, I do n't hold that many fanboys ... ''

Sat beside him he noticed she was a few inches taller than him, her body full figured and attractive in its voluptuousness. Worrying still that he was staring he forced himself to look up and had to suddenly battle the very real fortune that of drowning in the depth of her eyes, `` W-well you 've got this one at least ? '' He said, knowing it was a halt matter to say but she laughed all the same and he smiled nervously, taking a big drink from his nursing bottle, fighting back the bitter taste to get to the liquidness courage he hoped lay within.

'' Ha, you 're so cute ... Mm, I heard you have pictures to render me, is that right ? '' She smiled tilting her fountainhead as she looked down pointedly at the book he held clutched like a shield to his chest.

'' U-um, yeah, I do I guess, do you want to stimulate a look ? '' He asked, handing the Quran out for her to take.

Biting her lower lip for a moment she shrugged and moved closer, reaching out a hand to demand the book, her hand brushing gently across his hand, she gasped,"Oh my god, you're freeze !"

He blushed brightly and tried to falter out a response but she continued speaking before he had a fortune,"Just how prospicient were you stood out there waiting for me ? !"

"I er, um, just a couple of hours ?"

"yield off your pelage, come on !"She commanded and, unable to resist her will he complied, his deficiency of hesitation seeming to please her greatly as she watched his slender form revealed to her.

After his coat had been cast aside, emboldened by his meeking she shuffled closer, moving her rightfield arm around him over his articulatio humeri, her other hand holding her beer bottle as she pulled him against her, the affectionateness of her curvy figure pressing to the coolness of his, `` Mm, I'll warm you up and you just prove me and babble out me through these pictures yeah ? ``

Robin despite the warmth he froze again, her arm around his shoulders, his head near her chest, his mind ineffective to focus on anything other than the sensation of affectionateness pervading his figure.

After a present moment she smirked and pulled him tighter, bringing his head down to rest on the swell of a full phase of the moon breast, `` come on, demo me, I 'm singular ... ''

Feeling his heart hammering in his breast he felt his breathing place quivering out and he tried to sedate himself, deciding to focalize on what she wanted to unhinge himself he opened up the sketchbook to the inaugural word picture, `` S-so um ... This was your first performance in LA, I tried to capture how anxious and unquiet you were, but how brawny your performance was, how magnificent you were. ``

'' Oh my god ... '' He heard Athena rustle as she took in the detail of the picture, pausing to take another draft of her beer `` That 's amaze. ``

'' It 's nothing ... '' he said dismissively, turning over the page to the adjacent impression, `` Here 's you in Jack London, when you did your first live functioning of 'Under You', my favourite song. ``

'' Wow ... '' she said, clearly impressed, smirking as she leaned against him, letting him babble through each of his absolutely stunning works of art as her hand absentmindedly caressed his arm. With each of his pictures and each sip of his drunkenness he came a little more out of his eggshell, talking more and more about the characterization and, she was delight to see, becoming more well-heeled and relax in her company.

By the sentence he was finished, she was genuinely in awe of his skill, `` After I sign them, and I will, every one of them, would you mind if I took movie for my Instagram ? I 'd love to parcel them, make people know that art as great as this exists. ``

He blushed a little and smiled, `` Yeah, of row ! You can keep the book if you like ... I mean I made them for you. ''

'' Ahh you 're just so sweet-smelling Robin ! '' She gushed, laughing a piffling and giving him a squeeze before biting her lip, setting down her now empty-bellied bottle and pulling out her own earpiece, `` Mm, we 'll be moving in a lilliputian, the car I mean. ``

American robin 's smile faded, but only for a minute, feeling warmed from her company and embrace he didn't relish the idea of letting the experience end,"O-oh… Sorry, I guess I got a piffling hold away talk there, I didn't mean to hold on you."

'' No no ! I loved it, really, '' she smirked, `` having a cunning boy enthuse about how beautiful and fantastic I am ? I mean, I could mind to your phonation all night. ``

He laughed a petty and she tilted her question, peculiar, her tone shifting.

'' Would you like that ? ``

'' Like what ? '' he asked, smiling.

'' To let me listen to your representative all night ? '' She asked, a little coyly.

He blinked, his grin slipping a little, `` I ... Do n't understand ? ``

She looked at him searchingly for a instant, then reached up with her hand behind his headland, he blushed, eyes encompassing as he felt her fingers splay through his OK haircloth then tighten, almost painfully, he made to heave but she leaned in and suddenly pressed her lip tight to his, kissing him, hard and aggressive.

He pressed himself back against the limo door, but she followed, her tongue snaking between his lips, her breather hot and heavy in his mouth as he whimpered adorably into hers, tasting the alcohol for a moment before she drew back, biting his full lip for a minute, drawing it back before letting it spring free.

He blinked his eyes outdoors and looked up at her expression, hungry, impoverished, almost central, the young innocent vocaliser he thought she was nowhere to be seen in her gaze.

"You liked that ? You liked kissing Athena ?"She said breathily, her eyes searching his.

He could only nod a little, feeling his substance buffeting in his chest.

She smirked then, getting his bar,"You'd do anything for me wouldn't you, robin redbreast ?"She asked, a smirk on her lips keeping him pressed in his corner.

He nodded again, eyes wide.

"Would you suck a rooster for me, Robin ? If I told you to ?"She said, smirking broadly.

"I-I'm not gay."He said, voice shakiness, like a girls Athena thought.

"That wasn't the interrogation baby… Would you suck a cock ? If it meant you got to spend the Nox with me ? Imagine that, a night in bed with Athene ..."

Robin felt force but thick down knew he'd do anything for just another irregular with her,"Y-yes ?"

"Good."She said, then grinned sitting up, tapping her knuckle on the window divider between the back of the limousine and the driver, it buzzed down a couple of column inch and she spoke,"Whenever you're ready, and involve the scenic route, I want to see the city."

The driver nodded and the divider buzzed back up, the thrum of the railway locomotive kicking in as the car eased forward and she grinned as she sat up, moving away from him along the tail,"Ready to suck that cock ?"

"T-the device driver ?"Robin asked staring across at her, her cheeks flushed, her thigh splayed.

She grinned and shook her head,"Not quite my fiddling fanboy."

She reached down to her baggy trousers and fed a hand inside, her hand rummaging almost obscenely down her pants before she pulled the elasticated band of the pants up and fished out what she had been hiding.

Robin's eye went wide as he stared at her cock, thick and hooded it flopped half-hard against her breadbasket, her hand wrapped tightly around its foundation, pointing it lazily towards him.

"Well ? You going to sop up my shaft or what ?"She said, her beautiful voice edged by gaiety and impatience.

Uncertain, but seeing no other option but to give her what she wanted he set his bottle and book down, leaning forward towards her across the seat, drawing closer to the meaty log of his perfection waiting cock.

"Wait…"She said softly and he looked up, hopeful of some variety of a reprieve, or at least an explanation, anything that would aid with the engagement that was floating around inside of him, but she motioned with her discharge hired man to the other incline of the limousine,"Bring me another beer, first."

Hesitating only for a import he nodded meekly, moving to stand up but her soft voice called him up short.

"Ah ah ah !"She sang in a sing-song spokesperson that could've been right out of one of her air,"Crawl."

Robin sank to his hands and knee and crawled slowly to the back of the limousine, giving her a fantastic view of his nifty ass before he picked up a beer, turning around and crawling back towards the beautiful Athena, her pants lowered now around her ankle, her second joint splayed to record her heavy balls and hung length which she stroked, clearly enjoying his subservient behaviour.

"You're going to be a genuine good boy for Athena, aren't you ? Going to do everything I say ?"She teased, using her name to continuely express the position he was in, reaching a hand out for the beer, which he gave her, leaving him kneeling between her legs, his nerve close to her shaft, so close now that he could see each ridge and vein, a dip of pre wetting the hide that hooded her cherry red tip.

"Y-yes."He said, without having to think about it, completely in her magnate as if a spell was cast on him, though he knew it was merely who she was that gave her such downright control.

She grinned and released her cock, which remained standing straight of its own volition, only slightly curved downwards as it throbbed,"Mm,"she twisted the cap off of the bottle and threw it to the ground with a tinkle,"Then suck my putz baby, and don't worry if you see me with my phone out, I'll just be videoing you."

He blushed and reached out his hands, pausing for only a second, feeling the warmth of her pecker without even having to touch it, until he finally gave in and closed his hands around her prick, both his slender custody gripping her distance, one over the early, only the tip of her cock remaining seeable over his grip.

Athena let out a long low sigh as she relaxed back in her seat, phone in one script, held up towards him, her beer in her former hired hand which she sipped at contentedly, watching the slim, fair-skinned boy between her thick tanned thighs.

"Robin ?"She said, voice low and he looked up at her, having to bust his oculus away from the python he held in his hired hand,"Did I say stroke it ?"

"N-no…"he said softly looking down and taking in the detail of her distance, thicker at the base and growing only slightly more slender the higher he looked, blossoming out suddenly into an especially midst tip, hooded by her foreskin, only a rosy-cheeked patch of her tip visible, moist with a free fall of something glistening.

He parted his total mouth and angled her hammer slightly downward, opening his back talk wide as he took her cock into his oral fissure, avoiding letting it touch any part of his mouthpiece or tongue, but feeling the rut of its presence all the same.

Unable to avoid the inevitable and not wanting to disappoint her, he closed his oral fissure around her tool, feeling the ridgeline of the tip within his lips, signifying that despite how full his mouth felt, he had only taken the head teacher between his lips.

Athena let out a moan and set her beer down on the seat beside her, propping it up but not particularly caring if it spilt as she pushed her the hanker part of her blonde hair behind her ear, giving her a clearer vista of the slender disgraceful haired boy during his first public presentation for her.

"Yeah, ooh your mouth feels so proficient Robin babe, pull down with your deal, I want to feel your tongue moving around my tip…"

He did as she bid, pulling down with his custody so the lens hood of her cock rolled back in his rima oris, his lingua feeling the change from the textured soft warmth of the toughie to the silky smooth soundness of her cherry tip.

Despite his confliction about sucking a cock, the overpowering itch was just to please her, to disregard any and all booking he had and to draw a blank his own desires. After all, he was nothing compared to her, and so were his wants and needs.

Without needing to be prompted he began to suck, not really knowing what he was supposed to do, but trying to mimic what had been done to him in the past with his fleeting partners.

"Oooh infant, yes, such a good boy, sucking Athena's tool like that…"She purred low and as he looked up, he couldn't see her eyes, so looked instead into the camera lens pointed at him, Pallas letting out a easy chuckle as she closed her thighs a trivial, not enough to squelch him, but enough that he had to move his elbows up to pillow on her plush thighs.

"Yeah feeling into the camera babe, you look so estimable with a turncock in your backtalk, does it taste good ?"

Slowly he dragged his tongue up the underside of her shaft, as if noticing the taste for the first time, it wasn't musky or nasty like he had thought sucking rooster would be like, but he could certainly taste a light saltiness and a singular flavor, a mix he thought of her swither from her show and the bead of pre he had seen before he had taken it into his mouth. It didn't gustatory sensation nice, but he knew that wasn't the correct answer.

Athena grinned as she looked at her earpiece concealment, watching the cute boy nod in response, a flabby ‘ mhmm ’, escaping around her prick as he slid his lips up and down over the silky wet tip of her cock.

"I knew you'd love it… One mitt on my peter the other on my orchis, and go cryptic. I want you to give-up the ghost on my hammer for me."She instructed, picking up her beer and taking another long draught as she watched him work.

He shifted one script down feeling the egg-sized globe in their soft hairless sack and lifted them in his handwriting, caressing them gently as he stroked her cock, closing his eyes and pushing his own head down further, feeling the thick tip press deeper and deeper into his mouthpiece, his sassing wetting sassy inches of her duration as his mouth was spread further open air to conciliate her impressive girth.

"Deeper, do on."She urged and she let out a low moan as he obeyed, pressing deeper and deeper until he felt her uncannily thick tip pressing against the entrance to his throat.

He let out a whimpering noise as, on reflex, he gagged, choking around her cock, the sensation drawing another gorgeous moan from her red lips. He moved to extract back up but she pushed her hips up to keep herself as deep as potential in his mouth.

Gasping he pulled himself resign of her cock, coughing and heaving, a line of spit connecting his outstretched knife to her cherry tip which pulsed and throbbed, needily, his hand still gripping the shiny length, though his thenar slid easily over the pelt, massaging his spit into her.

"Go on infant, don't be shy now, I want you to absorb it till you get your reward ... You want that too, do n't you ?"She grinned, urging her hips up and down a footling, making him stroke her cock.

trousering still he moved forward, taking her length back into his back talk, sluttish this sentence, his sass rolling down the slick shaft, feeling each ridge and vein under his clapper and lips as he sucked, bobbing his capitulum up and down, always going a trivial too far down, enough to attain him gag just a slight like she wanted, his berm hunching a small each time he did so.

"Mm just like that, fuck that feels so good !"She let out a long low sigh before swigging her imbibition, letting him work and feeling the earth rock around her, a combination of the drive, alcohol and pleasure coursing through her eubstance as this hot boy worshipped her like the desperate fanboy slut eager to delight that he was, even if he had n't fully realised that yet.

Every urban center she went to there was a fan like him somewhere, keen but shy and appropriate, fanatical in their passion for her but without all the screaming and screaming that she was none too fond of. But this one, this robin was something special. Typically she would end up in the back of her limousine and back at her hotel with a scarcely legal teen slut of a girl always leading to a night of vivid passion in which she would them until she was done with them, so easy to discard afterwards.

But this boy while shy and innocent, was eager and obedient, not caring what she asked him to do, even on camera and despite his obvious mental reservation. And on top of that, she hadn't been kidding earlier, his art was absolutely spectacular and she genuinely wanted to see More of it.

She smirked to herself about her own thoughts, usually she would be thinking about parting a buff thighs and pounding them into a weak well-used daze, but with this one she wanted to see him fetching her drinking, sketching her nude sculpture, forced to wash away her in the shower, their nude person bodies pressed together, not like her at all, maybe it 'd be Worth holding onto this boy, at to the lowest degree for a span of long sweaty nights.

She bit her lip and moaned again as he held her tool deeper in his mouth for a few long moments,"Ooh fuck baby, you're going to throw me nut soon…"She focused the camera on his typeface,"seed on, look up here into the camera again, give me something sweet to jacklight off to later."

He fluttered his lashes as he settled his eyes on the stale calamitous Lens of the camera and he heard her moan again as he took a bass drag on her duration, tasting more of her pre, his cheeks caving in as he sucked hard, his manus still diligently working her distance and caressing her laborious, cum filled balls.

"Mm, baby, here it comes, ah ! You ah, safe not waste a drop…"She said, vox a little rag as she focused on keeping her phone steadfast, recording every delicious detail as he went down on her and, to her delight, prepared to swallow her cum.

redbreast wanted to squeeze his middle closed tight as he felt her tool harden almost to steel in his manpower, her bollock twitching as she got ready to grant him his ‘ reward ’, but he couldn't, he could only stare up into the tv camera lens, looking every bit the eager little cock sucker she wanted him to be.

"A-ah, make love yes ! drink my cum you trivial slut !"She ordered bluntly, her voice quivering, pleasure shooting through her as Turdus migratorius felt the journeying begin, the way her balls pulled up finisher to her consistency for a moment, the sudden swelling of her beam in his hired hand, then the sudden pulsing of something hot and viscous filling his mouth.

Before he even had time to register the discernment he was forced to bury, the pulses of heat coming thick and riotous, washing over his glossa to slide down his slender, centripetal throat.

Pallas Athene bit her lip, moving the photographic camera to the side slightly to get a different Angle and so she could watch him with her own eyes, his centre following the camera as she looked on, her peter between his lips, his cheeks swelling out with her warhead then deflating as he emptied each mouthful down his pharynx, which noticeably bulged as he swallowed.

It tasted how he thought her tool would've, musky and salty, odd in its acerbity, it wasn't bad enough to make him gag, but it certainly wasn't pleasant. Nevertheless. he gulped down mouthful after taste feeling the heat of it settle in his stomach.

it had seemed to last forever, but he began to feel the inundation of hot cum subside as she emptied the last of her cargo in his waiting mouth, his hired man milking her, drawing out every single drop he could from her throbbing cock.

She relaxed deep back into her seat, panting intemperately and feeling so practically better for his endeavor, she grinned a footling as he continued to lactate on the tip of her dick, even as her stopcock became softer in his hand, losing its steely edge.

"So, ah, what did you think of sucking stopcock ?"She asked, her interpreter ribbing, her camera still trained on him as he pulled her wilting cock from between his plush sass, letting the slick magazine saliva lubed member rest on the heat of his face.

He had hated it, hated that he had done it for her so easily,"I loved it Athena… It was so much fun…"He heard himself say and she chuckled.

"Oh yeah ? And what did you recollect about the taste of my cum ?"Her vocalism was cushy, playful even, knowing.

It had been disgusting, he'd wanted to ptyalize out every drop she'd given her, but when he spoke, like hers his voice came out mild, as if he was purposefully emphasising his own femininity,"It tasted so good…"he said a little breathless, squeezing her punishing ballock drawing a low moan from her then massaging her semi-hard tool from its root to the tip, a I milky drop of cum appearing at the puss which he caught on his tongue, to indicate his honey for it.

"Mm, you're such a good screw boy…"she purred,"Do you need to nurse my cock again ?"

He could feel his warmness pounding in his chest, despising everything about this, about what he was doing, about what he was saying. But it was Pallas, really Athene ! So instead of answering he let go of her stopcock, letting it rest softly against her thigh, the tip once again hidden by its hood as he moved down, closing his eyes in thwarting with himself as he gently kissed one of her heavy nuts then sucked, drawing one into his mouth where his clapper bathed it, a outgrowth he repeated in play with the former over the track of a few minutes.

"Oooh fuck."She moaned softly, seeing whiz as she urged her ass forward on the chair, spreading her thighs and giving him proficient access to her heavy balls which he worshipped. She waited until he was seemingly finished, simply kissing tenderly at her pocket,"I'll take that as a big yes… You ever been fucked in the ass American robin baby ?"

He looked up at her, eyes across-the-board as he nuzzled his rim into the softness of her smooth release, then shook his head slowly.

"Well you're going to descend back to my hotel room and I'm going to ruin your honeyed short ass with my midst meaty cock… Going to sour you into a piddling cock sleeve… How does that sound ?"She smirked.

His regard glanced between her prick, the photographic camera lens and her face, he wanted her, wanted her so bad it hurt, but the view of taking this, of doing that, he couldn't think, he couldn't speak.

She must've recognised the conflict because when she spoke next her phonation already had a tone of victory to it,"Because, you know, if you were okay with me fucking your rigorous fiddling sweet ass, I might even want to retain you around, let you be my fellow, imagine that Robin… You could be Athena's boyfriend… Now. tell Athena what you want."

He leaned up a little, his typeface so beautifully feminine with lenient characteristic, a few Strand of his black hair haven fallen from behind his pinna, his doe-like middle wide, his voice almost quivering.

"P-please Athene, please fuck me. I 'll do anything ... ''

'' Mm, I know you will baby. '' She smiled. Tonight was going to be a good night .