Sure, here is the translated text:
The fire at fifty percent turned into seventy percent.
Luna's body started a series of spasms.
By the time Dirk Carter stopped.
The butterfly's wings were already adorned with crystal-clear dewdrops.
From deep within the cave, trickling water seeped out, flowing down along the delicate skin.
The task was accomplished.
Dirk leaned into Luna's ear and asked, "Do you want me? If you do, just say it, and I'll give myself to you."
Luna looked at Dirk with fiery eyes.
It seemed like her throat was dry, and she kept swallowing hard.
It was clear that by now, she must have really needed it.
Her tightly pressed lips moved slightly, wanting to speak but holding back.
Oh boy.
Such strong endurance?
If it were any other woman, she'd be begging for it by now.
No, gotta keep up the effort.
Dirk extended his middle finger, probing deep within the dense forest, and with a "pfft," it went all the way to the root.
His fingertips stirred.
