She doesn't get the chance to

Hilda crawls towards her inanimate objective, swaying her ample hips as the juices dribble from between her legs.

Her hair hangs freely, dangling in front of her face and obscuring her vision.

She's panting and moaning, **** for release, but just as she's about to reach the smooth stone, a pair of booted feet appear in front of her.

The shocked woman gasps and looks up in surprise, her eyes squinting as she looks at the obscured figure standing between her and the very bright sun.

"By the gods!" Gasps a very familiar male voice.

The color drains from Hilda's face as she's shocked out of her carnal stupor, and then it returns a thousand fold is it immediately turns beat red.

Oh no! Not him! NOT HIM!!!!!

Hilda sits back on her haunches and squeaks in embarrassment as her hands futilely try to shield her bare body.

The man standing in front of her, his face red and his mouth agape, is none other than her long-time crush, the noble next door, Baron Fabio von Hunkington!