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My inner chaos multiplies into small flashes of pure energy, and as Hunter's tongue and fingers decide to end my judgment, I allow myself to receive the promised relief. I allow my body to weaken and my lips to open so that another moan escapes, while my spine is driven back in front of a delicious spasm. I sail over the wave of pleasure that should bring me down, and experience the intensity of an instant orgasm, although so desired by my body.

I don't know for how long I stop listening to the sounds or recognizing the figures of colors beyond my closed eyelids, but when I open my eyes again, I have a very presumptuous Hunter between my softened legs.

"I should pay to marry you tomorrow, dear," he slides a finger into the moisture of his beard and takes the liquid to his mouth, sucking loudly. My legs tremble, but I can't close them. The most I can do is try to breathe normally and not let Hunter realize how right he is in what he says. "Think about how many times a day I will have t