ANNA:
It is a cry of liberation, of gratitude to the goddess for allowing me to know the pleasures of the flesh, it is a cry of power, now I feel a master of myself, empowered. Sigrid looks at me smiling, he is also euphoric about the situation, he doesn't scream, he howls as if he was trying to gather all the wolf packs that surely inhabit the top of the mountains, we fall exhausted, we roll on the wet moss of the early morning, he embraces me and places me on top of his pelvis, I notice that my p***y is wet, once again he penetrates me and rhythmically we have s*x again, my head leans back, my back is totally arched, the moon illuminates the contours of my face, I remember vividly when every full moon Amir the sorcerer would lay me down on the grass and perform a special rite, once agai
