The sound of kissing echoed through the Love Garden beneath an apple tree. The two people locked in passion were, of course, Camilla and Kent, who had chosen to spend the night there instead of indoors.
That was her request, and Kent wouldn't deny her that.
She was particularly happy for Zaila, who had not only finally received the help she needed but had also made progress in her love life with Kent.
This filled her with joy.
So she was going all out.
One had to say that even though Kent had never planned for things to unfold this way, he had indeed managed to ease his lover's worries before making her his wife.
Camilla was free. She had been freed from all her worries, and at this moment, she was the best version of herself—her emotions uninhibited, her desires unrestrained.
And that was bringing out all her wild instincts.
"Kent, please fuck me," she said in the most pleasure-filled tone after they broke their kiss.
