Hestia descended the stairs, her blue ombre hair cascading down her back. She smiled at him, her heart skipping a beat as he began to undress her. With each button and zip, he took another piece of her inhibitions away. Her breathing hitched when he reached the final button of her lace thong and it fell to the ground.
In a moment of passion, they both collapsed onto the couch. His touch was electrifying, sending waves of desire coursing through her veins. She arched her back, yearning for more as he slipped his fingers inside her wet folds. The intimacy of the moment overwhelmed her and tears began to well up in her eyes.
She whispered how much she loved him, her voice hoarse from the desire she felt. He responded by kissing her deeply, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth.
