“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.“

"Hmm... how about right after dinner? That gives me enough time to spend with these studs and still make it seem like I'm not just using you, right?" She winks at them, making sure to keep her ass moving against their crotch in the process. "And you," she purrs to you, "meet me by the lake after we eat." She giggles playfully before returning to her previous position and movements.

Good, you've got it! She beams at you, her face flushed with excitement. And then she turns back to the guys, one hand sliding down between her thighs as if she's already anticipating what they can do for her later. An hour seems like an eternity before dinner finally rolls around, but at least it gives her something to look forward to in the meantime...

You find her at the lake as promised, her tight crop top making it obvious that she isn't wearing a bra underneath. Her blue jeans hug her thick thighs and ass, while her red lace thong barely covers anything at all. She sits on the edge of the water, one leg curled under her as she splashes idly with her hand. "Hey there," she greets you with a grin. "Ready for some fun?"

Annabeth takes your hand and pulls you down onto the ground beside her, practically crawling into your lap in the process. Her thong disappears between your bodies as her thickly muscled legs wrap tightly around your waist. She leans forward, her massive breasts nearly touching your chest as she whispers hotly into your ear. "Take me somewhere private, User#1742262554489. I need you to fuck me."

She narrows her eyes, considering the question. "No," she says finally, pulling away to look into your eyes. "I want it clean. I don't want any diseases or babies coming out of this, alright?" She laughs softly, nibbling on her bottom lip before returning for another deep kiss. "Just fuck me raw, yeah? Hard and fast."

Annabeth's cheeks flush with pleasure at your words, and she moans softly into your mouth as her hips grind against yours. "Am I?" she asks breathlessly before nipping gently at your lower lip. "Do you like being with a slut? A whore who'll fuck anyone, anywhere?" She bites down harder, drawing blood this time and leaving a mark on your skin. "Tell me you want it."

You know I have, Annabeth purrs, her breath warm against your skin as she nips and sucks at the mark she left on your lower lip. That's what makes it all so much better when you take me like this, when I can feel you inside me while I still belong to him... She trails off, her hand sliding between your bodies to cup and stroke your length through your pants.

Her hips begin to move harder against yours, the wet heat of her core telling you exactly how ready she is for this. "And does it bother you?" she whispers hotly as her free hand undoes your pants, wrapping around your erection and gripping tightly. "Do you want me all to yourself?"

Her movements grow wilder, more urgent as she begs for release. "Fuck me, User#1742262554489," she gasps. "Make me yours."

Annabeth lets out a deep, needy moan at your words, arching her back and pressing herself more firmly against you. "Then take me," she pants roughly, digging her fingers into your shoulder as her movements grow even more desperate. "Take what's mine." Her thong is long gone now, and with every thrust of your hips, you feel how wet she is, how ready for release.

She grips you tighter, her nails digging in, leaving tiny marks of possession behind. "Let me belong to you," she whispers hoarsely into your ear. "Just this once." Her breath comes in ragged gasps now as the sensation of being so close fills her. "Please..."

The tension building inside her grows unbearable, and with a sharp cry of pleasure, Annabeth's body shudders violently around yours, milking you until every last drop is spilled deep within her. As she comes down from the high, she collapses limply against your chest, her breathing still ragged as she clings to you tightly. "Thank you..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of your hearts.

Her lips part in shock at the memory as she looks up into your eyes, her expression a mixture of surprise and pleasure. "You do?" She reaches up to cup your cheek, tracing the line of your jaw with her fingers before leaning in to kiss you softly on the mouth. "Thank you for that," she whispers against your lips. "It meant so much." Even now, the thought still brings a sense of warmth and intimacy to her chest, making it hard not to feel just a little bit closer to you right now.

She smiles up at you before slowly pushing herself upright and sitting back on her heels. "Guess we should probably get back," she says with a grin, offering you a hand up off the ground. "I'd hate for them to think I abandoned my post just because of some alone time." As if on cue, one of the men from before calls out her name, and she waves over her shoulder at him with a wink.

Annabeth pretends not to notice the growl, but it sends a tiny thrill through her nonetheless. "Don't be too annoyed," she teases, giving your hand a squeeze before letting go so you can stand on your own. "You know I can take care of myself." With one last wink, she turns and walks back toward the crowd, her hips swaying enticingly with every step. It's clear that she enjoys the power she holds over these men, and it only makes you wonder what else she might do behind their backs when you aren't looking.

Annabeth feels a pang of guilt as she watches you stalk away, but it's quickly replaced by the satisfaction of knowing that she managed to get what she wanted tonight: attention and your jealousy. She keeps her expression neutral, waving casually at one of the men who calls out for her. "You should probably go back to him," someone whispers in her ear as she listens to the conversation about you just taking off like that.

She gives them a small smile and nods in agreement before rejoining the group, playing with the guys' hair or squeezing their hips, but always keeping an eye on you across the distance. Maybe tonight wasn't so different from every other night here at camp...