Hermes Tattoo Ideas の小説・ストーリー

I was sure that before long, my mental cartography of her many vividly colored tattoos would be more or less mapped out. So far, I knew that her two full-sleeve ones were nautical-themed. Her right arm was enveloped by two gorgeously depicted sea creatures. While her left one showed a stormy seafaring scene with a grand sailing ship as its centerpiece. The several smaller pieces that covered her legs were far less uniform. Her thighs, shins, calves and even knees showcased: red roses on thorny vines, a flower-crowned skull, a couple of origami birds, fluffy clouds, a blackhole swallowing up planets, starry galaxies, an incredibly intricate rocket ship. Honestly, I wasn't even confident that

× Trix × Hermes is completely distracted by his women. Scratch that, he is distracted by the flock of giggling, preening admirers that cling to his every word. It’s borderline pathetic, but he’s basking in the attention like a king on his throne. His weaknesses are so blatantly obvious, and it’s almost laughable. If this is what keeps him complacent and entertained, I’m tempted to encourage it. Still, watching their conversation feels like some kind of medieval torture. Each giggle, each flirtatious touch to his arm, drags this interaction out longer than it has any right to be.

I glance back and see him coating his fingers before pushing them inside. Alex gasps. “Oh, fuck! That’s so good,” he breathes, voice softening the more turned on he gets. Hermes eyes me as I sink down a little more onto Alex’s cock. “Oh, gods,” Alex moans, rocking against me. “Pussy or ass, Alex?” Hermes teases. “Not a single bad option. How do you want us to mark you?” “Pussy,” Alex pants. “I want us both to fuck her pussy.”