Hera waited for Achilles to come out from the bathroom, to wash too. When he heard the click of the knob, she stood up, not minding her nakedness. She needs to take a shower because she felt that her body is so sticky. She grimaced when she touched the dried sticky juices of Achilles whose shaft spits on her back when he cum.

Achilles frowned when he saw how she walks. She just looked away and continued walking. The man was still near the bathroom door, arms crossed, and was scrutinizing her.

She looked at him. “What?” she asked as she met his green eyes.

“Why don’t you walk straight?”...