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Chapter 39 - Oximoron.

And a new storm of kisses began, but this time at the distant south pole of her belly, while thousands of warm chills ran down her spine, Martín between caresses and kisses, gently accommodated her towards the center of the scenary, ending up sliding a pillow under her abdomen, while she felt how he bit her and kissed her on the back, causing her a chilling heat, immobilizing her, while gradually stripping her of her bravest fears, until she felt that his kisses also moved away from her back perspiring on the back of her neck, replacing them with the weight of his body that slowly subjected her, freeing her, and without intending to hurt her, until she felt that her kisses also moved away from her back perspiring on the back of her neck, replacing them with the weight of his body that slowly subjected her, freeing her, until she felt herself shudder at the first touch of her virility, which with brave cowardice, frightened she faced, and ceased to resist overcoming her surrendered rigidity, while that enemy slipped, trying to penetrate her last frontier with harsh softness and without intending to hurt her, until she felt that which when he broke in gently, shook her, making her silence her cries of fury, while trembling with pleasure that little by little and attack after onslaught, was changed by pleasant pain, while that enemy navigator sank into the depths of her unknown seas, plunging again and again into the depths of her oceans, thus climbing the crest of her waves, until in the midst of the cries of suffering joy caused by that underwater adventure, she felt the tension and palpitations of that enemy that unloaded all his passion on her, in the depths of her raging seas, as if a nuclear submarine unloaded all his weapons, feeling how it slowly disappeared as it sank, as a defeated winner among the subtle lightning bolts of the depth of his senses, that like a drifting ship succumbed forever like that Titanic that could never be rescued.

The dark light went out, Remaining in dark luminosity and now yes, happy as that wicked innocent who glorified her hells, and fully satisfied celebrating the defeat obtained, she fell asleep, while the defeated winner celebrated the victorious defeat of that night.