It wasn’t long before Hebe’s hips lifted off the bed to meet mine one last time as her orgasm exploded. She cried out and hugged me tight as I thr...st into her and spewed deep inside. We stayed in that position until we were both done. I rolled off of Hebe and lay next to her. She surprised me by resting her head on my shoulder and falling asleep. This wasn’t the first time we’d slept like this, but normally it took far more than one orgasm to tire out the goddess. I lay there watching her for. No rehearsal. No vantage point. The Panopticon had come down, and now I could look all around if I so wanted. The only thing I gazed at was Clara’s own look, her lustful eyes locked on mine as she took my cock into her mouth for the first time. I moaned, and Clara took her mouth off of my cock to give me her classic laugh, the laugh she gave me when The Mystery Man had turned up the charm and started flirting with her. Soon, she was back at it, bobbing her head back and forth as I could only. I took him by the hand and walked him to my bedroom, where we took our clothes off and I lay on top of him, stroking, kissing, and rubbing myself on him. I got very hard and started to ooze a ton of precum in between his bum-cheeks. He was moaning, and after a few more gentle thrusts, my cock just slid inside him with the help of my precum; although I think he must have put lube inside his hole prior to us meeting, because it was surprisingly slippery - perhaps he wanted to imitate a. I then blew air across her eyes causing her lashes to flutter. Now I applied a darker shade of red, giving her lips the illusion of shade and making them look fuller. Once I had finished she opened those spectral blue eyes and I was at once ensnared by them. I drew away reluctantly to look at my work. “On Helen’s cheek all art of beauty set, And you in Grecian tires are painted new.” “Shakespeare?” “Sonnet fifty-three.” “Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for me Are.