She looks out at the huntsmen

Monica peered out from between the slats, gawking at the sight before her. Three musculuar men, 2 of whom were absolute beasts, stood before her. Their rippling bodies still dripping as they clambered out of the pool and toweled off. She pulled her braids behind her shoulders and reached for her bosom. "So this is what I've been missing out on." She marveled.

As the red-haired one vigorously shook his long hair and beard, she caught a glimpse of his limp manhood swing twixt his legs. Her hand shot to her now very moist womanhood, and began stroking up and down on her outer lips with purpose. The high temperature of her hiding spot only served to intensify the experience. As the three oblivious huntsman idly chatted, she continued toward a precipice that would certainly result in very vocal responses if she wasn't careful. Monika clamped her free hand over her mouth in a vain attempt to muffle the first of her moans. She hoped the group would leave already so she could finish tending to her needy pussy. Her soft moans turned to high-pitched cries as the largest of the men, with black hair and a stubbled jawline, decided now would be a good time to stretch.

She resisted the urge to let herself go, and to just cry out. Her right hand moved from her mouth, back down to her left breast, squeezing it hard and rolling the pink bud of her nipple ever so gently. The three men started to leave, but her body was not fully under her control, and almost involuntarily, Monika let out a loud moan.

Her heart almost skipped a beat. She heard one of them stop walking suddenly, and approach the steam room door.

"Hello? Is there someone in here?" The irritated voice exclaimed.