Chapter 119: The Black Witch (1)
Hunter had somewhat expected Seraphina to end up in a honeymoon mood, but the extent of her happiness was unlike what he had predicted. She was happy, that much he could tell. But never in the wildest dreams did he expect that this happiness would be connected to sexual activities.
Once the new doors have been opened in her life, Seraphina didn't just stay on the threshold of them but stepped inside into a realm of… debauchery. For the past three days, Seraphina had been immersed in various mischievous schemes to involve herself and her beloved in sex.
Her breakfast was her sucking on his rod, her dinner seemed to be a sandwich as she pinned him to the wall and laid herself on him while devouring his lips, and the evening naturally consisted of them going all out. In the hot springs, Seraphina was like a witty beast that used obscuring steam for her schemes, too.
Everything about her beloved was immensely loved by her.
