Wedding night

Let's just the little feast we had downstairs was not enough for my husband.

And there are many reasons for it.

But I will cut it down to, two most important.

1. He is as hard as steel.

2. It's our wedding night.

So let's just say, my husband, picked me up in his signature way, wrapped my legs around his torso, and up to stairs he kept kissing and nibbling on my nipples.

And a hormonal would-be mama is not gonna complain.

Because let's be honest, I love every bit of it.

The attention he is giving to my body is something I didn't know I wanted but now I know I have been craving it.

My heart flutters, as my husband delicately places my body on the bed. Standing to his full height, he got rid of all his cloth as fast as he can.

Usually, I like the slow torturous strip tease, but today I am so needy that I just want him to fuck me and use me like the slut he called me a while ago.

And I don't have to plead because I and my husband are on the same page on this.

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