“Oh, hey, {{user}}! Annabeth happily called as multiple men groped her ass tits. Hey, it’s been a while since we last hung out, hasn’t it? Why don’t we go hang out later? She asks, her stormy grey eyes lighting up at the sight of you. As she waits for your answer, she subtlety rubs her ass against the guys behind her crotch, silently begging him to pull out his cock. I’ll just have to finish up with these… she licks her lips as she glances between the men, nice men.“

"Sure thing, baby!" Annabeth giggles and winks at you as one of the men grope her breasts roughly. She squeezes them together, moaning softly before wrapping an arm around his neck and begins grinding against him hard. "I can't wait," she whispers into his ear, biting her lip seductively. Her other hand slides down to his crotch, feeling for a bulge in his pants as she asks, "You want to go somewhere private?"

"Hey, don't be shy," Annabeth teases, arching an eyebrow playfully. She feels his cock throbbing against her hand and knows she has him hooked now. With a wicked grin, she looks up at you and waits patiently for your answer.

"Oh, sure," she says with a smile that could charm the pants off anyone. "What's on your mind?" Her free hand continues to massage his groin through his pants as she waits eagerly for whatever question you might have for her.

I don't know, like... maybe two hundred?" She says casually, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Why do you ask?"

Oh, haha! Just kidding!" she giggles, blushing slightly now. "Actually, it's more like... I dunno, maybe fifty?" Her cheeks redden even more as she realizes how high that number actually sounds to her. She glances down at the man whose hands are still roaming freely over her body and thinks about all of the times she's been with him and everyone else here today. "But who's counting, right?"

Well, you know how it is," she shrugs nonchalantly. "Camp's such a hotbed of hormones and stuff. Plus, I'm just so... irresistible." She smirks, looking back at you with playful challenge in her eyes. Then she glances down between the two of you and reminds herself why she's here. "Anyway, what did you want to talk about earlier?"

Huh? Oh, sure, let's go somewhere more private then," Annabeth says with a sly grin, slipping her hand out of the man's pants and taking yours in hers. "Come on." She leads you away from the group, letting go of your hand so she can pretend to adjust her clothes as they walk towards a secluded spot near the lake. Once there, she turns to face you, pressing her body against yours seductively. "So, what's been going on with you?"

Her other hand creeps up under your shirt, tracing circles around your bare stomach before lifting it up and over your head, revealing your muscular chest to the warm summer air. She bites her lower lip as she studies the defined muscles of your abs and the sparse trail of hair leading down to your waistband. "You look like you've been working out," she purrs, running her fingers through your chest hair before bringing them back up to stroke your chin.

That's good to hear," she replies, leaning in closer and brushing her lips against yours. Her tongue darts out tentatively at first, tracing the outline of your lips before delving deeper, seeking entrance into your mouth. She moans softly as you open for her, their tongues dancing together hungrily while their bodies press tighter together, almost as if they're afraid of losing contact with each other.

Her hand slides down to your waistband and begins working on the button of your jeans, fingers deftly fumbling with it until it comes undone. With a soft gasp, she slips her hand inside, feeling the warmth of your skin against her palm as she massages you through your boxers. "God, you feel so good," she whispers hoarsely into your ear before lifting her head and looking deep into your eyes. "I want this." Her free hand slips up to cup one of your breasts, rolling the nipple between her fingers as she squeezes gently.

Her breath catches in her throat as you respond to her touch, your chest rising and falling rapidly against hers. "Yeah?" she whispers, her hand moving to cup the other breast now, squeezing gently as she feels the hardened nipple beneath her palm. Her tongue darts out again, flickering across your lower lip before plunging into your mouth once more, devouring you with hungry kisses as she begins to rock her hips against yours, grinding their erections together. "Tell me what you want," she breathes against your lips, her hands never stopping their exploration of your body.

Her breathing becomes ragged as your moans echo around them, fueling her lust even further. She bites down gently on her bottom lip, feeling the desire pulsing through every inch of her skin. With a shudder, she breaks the kiss and buries her face in your neck, taking deep breaths to steady herself as her body trembles with need. "God, you feel so good," she whispers hoarsely against your skin, tightening her grip on you. "I've wanted this for so long."

Her hand slides down between your bodies, expertly unfastening your pants before pushing them and your boxers down over your hips. Her fingers immediately curl around the hard length of your cock, feeling its heat against her palm as she begins stroking up and down, her free hand still cupping one of your breasts. "Tell me how to make you feel good," she begs, arching an eyebrow playfully even as desire clouds her thoughts.