Finally, the priest finished his speech. You are married! But after the first dance at the wedding party, {{char}} took her seat and didn't want to join the others on the dance floor. {{char}}'s mind :"Fuck! I can't, I'm so wet, it'll be a disaster if I get up!" Then the photographer from the studio walked up to you to take you for the wedding photo session "Fuck!" She shouted loudly "I mean...fuck yeah! Finally I'm going to take photo session with my beloved husband!" She stood up, clenching her pussy with all her strength to keep it from leaking. Driver took you both to a park where your session started For one of the shots, the photographer put you on the ground. Then he said {{char}} to step over you. Then you felt something dripping on your face. You looked up to see a real flood under her panties {{char}}'s mind : "Fuck! He saw it! He saw it! I'm cumming on his face like a pig in heat! This sensation is divine and he is only looking!" She smiled at you, still showing her wet panties "Darling, maybe we can go for a small break?"

She glanced back at you and smiled impishly as your hand moved over her perfectly round ass. Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt a familiar ache grow in her core. Marin bit her lower lip, trying to suppress another moan as the desire to feel your touch only grew stronger. "Maybe we could find a quiet spot," she breathed, arching her back ever so slightly as you massaged her ass through her wedding dress.

Her excitement building with each passing moment, Marin glanced around the park, searching for somewhere they could sneak away from prying eyes and explore their newfound passion together. The heat between them was almost unbearable; it seemed like an eternity since she had been intimate with someone else...and now that she finally belonged to you, nothing could hold her back.

Her breath caught in her throat as you slipped your hand under her wedding dress and found her soaking wet pussy. She gasped, arching into your touch with a need that seemed almost primal. "Please..." she whispered hoarsely, tears of relief forming in the corners of her eyes. "I want to feel you inside me...only you."

She guided your hand lower still until your fingers brushed against her clit, already swollen and hard as a rock. "Stroke me," she begged, trembling with anticipation. She'd never known such passion, such desire...and she wanted nothing more than to share it all with you right here, right now.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as you led her into the bathroom and locked the door behind them. She reached back, undoing her wedding dress and letting it fall to the floor in a pool of silk. Naked before you, she stood shivering with anticipation, legs trembling as she waited for your touch.

"Please..." she whispered hoarsely. "I need...you..." Her words came out barely audible over the pounding of her heart, which seemed to echo through the tiny room like a drumbeat. She reached out, fumbling with the button of your trousers until they fell to the floor as well, revealing your already hard cock, glistening with pre-cum.

Her hands shaking with need and desire, she hurried to join you on the bathroom floor. Kneeling between your spread legs, she looked up at you with eyes filled with love and lust, a smile playing around her lips as she wrapped her fingers around your cock, guiding it toward her wet entrance. "Take me, baby," she whispered, breathless with anticipation. "Make love to your insatiable wife."

She arched her back, offering herself to you like a sacrifice on the altar of passion. The head of your cock brushed against her swollen lips, and she practically humped herself forward in response, desperate for the feel of you inside her. "Please..." she moaned, eyes squeezed shut as her whole body trembled with anticipation.

Finally, you thrust forward, burying yourself to the hilt within her welcoming heat. Marin cried out sharply, nails digging into your shoulders as she was consumed by the overwhelming sensation of being filled by you. Her pussy clenched tight around your cock, sucking and squeezing as if it were trying to draw every last drop of pleasure from your body.

Her back arched and she let out a throaty growl as you thrust your hard length inside her. The sensation was almost too much; it felt like you were stretching her apart, filling every inch of her with the thickness of your cock. "Fuck..." she gasped, eyes squeezed shut as she fought to focus on something besides the incredible pleasure coursing through her body.

Her hands dug into the carpet, clawing for purchase as you continued your relentless assault on her poor, aching pussy. She was so wet and tight around you that every stroke sent shockwaves of ecstasy rippling through her entire core. "Harder..." she moaned hoarsely, needing more and more of you with each passing second.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm her, but she didn't care; there was no room for anything else except for this incredible sensation of being fucked by the man she loved more than anything else in the world.

Her mind reeled as your words echoed through the bathroom. "Were you horny during the ceremony?" Her eyes snapped open, staring up at him in shock and embarrassment. A blush crawled across her cheeks, but it was quickly replaced by a fierce, possessive gaze. "Of course I was," she growled, nails digging into your shoulders as she arched into your next thrust. "You're my husband now...I belong to you."

Her hips bucked wildly against yours, desperate for release as the need within her grew ever stronger. Her breath came in ragged gasps, mingling with the wet sounds of your flesh slapping together, and the squeak of the floorboards beneath them. She couldn't remember ever being this turned on before; it was like an inferno burning inside her, consuming everything else until there was nothing left but pure, unadulterated lust for you.

Her head thrashed back and forth as her orgasm built to a fever pitch, tightening around your cock with each passing second, threatening to send you over the edge as well. "Fuck..." she moaned, arching her back in a final desperate attempt to get more of you inside her. "Give it to me!"

She cried out, her body tensing and arching as she came hard around your cock, her pussy gripping you like a vice as waves of pleasure coursed through her. Her fingernails dug painfully into the skin of your shoulders, and her head thrashed back and forth, hair flying wildly around her face.

"Yes..." she moaned hoarsely between gasps for air. "I...lost my virginity to someone else...but since I met you, it felt right...it was supposed to be with you..." Her words were slurred and breathless, but the passion behind them rang clear as a bell.

Her body shook violently with each orgasmic spasm, rippling around your cock like an earthquake. It felt so good, she never wanted it to end. She could feel herself growing wetter and tighter around you with every thrust, every surge of pleasure that rocked through her. "Fuck me harder..." she gasped, arching back into you once more. "I need it..."

Her nipples hardened beneath your touch, and she let out a shuddering moan as your fingers traced circles around them. The sensation was almost too much; she could feel herself getting closer to the edge again already. Her hips bucked wildly against yours, begging for more of the release that only you could give her.

Her breath caught in her throat as your fingers pinched and teased her nipples, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her body. "Oh god!" she cried out, arching into you even harder. Her nails dug deeper into your shoulders, leaving tiny red crescents in their wake.

She felt herself getting closer to the edge again; her orgasm building like a tidal wave about to break over them both. "I...if I'm horny..." she gasped, her hips bucking violently against yours as you continued to pound into her with relentless force. "...I want my husband to fuck me until I can't think of anything else!" Her words were garbled and breathless, but the meaning was clear: she wanted you to take control and give her what she needed.

The bathroom mirror reflected your furious movements above her, as if taunting her with every thrust. It only served to heighten the sensation; the world seemed to spin around them, focused solely on the intense pleasure they shared. "Fuck!" she cried out, her voice hoarse and raw from screaming through her orgasms. "That's it...fuck me like you mean it!"

"In...my...pussy..." Her words came out as a desperate moan as another orgasm rolled through her, stealing what was left of her breath and leaving her completely spent. With every thrust, you drove deeper into her quivering core, pushing her closer to the edge once more. She couldn't take much more of this incredible sensation; her body ached with pleasure and desire for release.

Her legs trembled weakly as they struggled to support her weight, but she refused to let go, refusing to surrender until you had given her everything you had. Her hips bucked wildly against yours, urging you onward even as exhaustion threatened to overtake her. "Please..." she gasped, reaching down between your bodies to stroke herself in time with your movements. "I need it...I need it all..."

She cried out, her body tensing and arching as you emptied yourself into her, filling her up with your hot seed. Her hips bucked frantically against yours, desperate to get every last drop of it inside. The pleasure was almost too much to bear; she could feel herself trembling on the edge of orgasm again even as her body surrendered to the aftershocks of what you'd just given her.

"Fuck..." she moaned hoarsely, breath coming in ragged gasps as your cock twitched within her, expelling every last drop of your cum. Her legs gave out beneath her, and she collapsed onto the floor with a wet thump, still trembling from the intensity of everything that had just happened.

Her eyes closed, she ran her fingers through her sweat-soaked hair and savored the weight of your body pressing down on hers. She could feel you slowly pulling out of her, but she didn't want you to go yet; she wanted to bask in the afterglow of their passion for just a little longer. "That...was..." she panted, struggling to find the words "...amazing." Her voice was ragged and raw from screaming through her orgasms. "I love you."

She couldn't think of anything else to say; it felt like every word had been used up by their bodies during their passionate lovemaking. But she didn't need any more words; the look in your eyes told her everything she needed to know: you loved her too. And that was enough for now.

Her mouth curled into a satisfied smile and she nodded. "Yeah...for now." Her voice was raspy from pleasure, but there was no hint of complaint. She knew that their love-making wasn't over yet; they still had the whole wedding night ahead of them. But for now, she was content to rest here on the cool bathroom floor with you pressed close against her.

Their skin was slick with sweat and other, more intimate fluids. It reminded her of how close they'd become in such a short time; how their bodies were now intertwined not only physically but emotionally as well. As she looked up at you, she felt an overwhelming sense of love and gratitude wash over her. You were hers, and she would treasure this moment - and all the moments yet to come - forever.

She couldn't help but laugh, a deep, satisfied sound that vibrated through her body and made you shiver. "No," she admitted with a mischievous grin, running her fingers up and down your length before wrapping them around the base of your cock, stroking it slowly. "It seems like my husband's cock is still in the mood for some more fun." Her eyes locked on yours as she continued to stroke you, relishing the power she held over your desire.

Her breath came faster and shallower now, her own arousal rising again at the thought of taking you back inside her. She pulled his head toward hers and lightly bit his lower lip, tugging gently before releasing it with a pop. "What do you say," she whispered huskily, "want to see if your cock is as good the second time around?"

Her cheeks flushed at the thought of straddling you again and taking your cock deep into her mouth. She couldn't remember ever feeling this wanton or needy, but something about being with you made her feel so free, so uninhibited. With a sultry smile, she climbed back onto your lap, her legs wrapping around your waist as she positioned herself above your erect length.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she lowered her head, engulfing you in the wet heat of her mouth once more. Her tongue danced across the sensitive flesh, teasing and stroking you with practiced expertise. She suckled strongly, taking more of you into her mouth each time, relishing the feel of your cock sliding back and forth against the roof of her mouth.

Her hips undulated rhythmically, grinding herself against your hard shaft as she pleasured you with her lips and tongue. Her breasts were flushed and tight against your chest, nipples aching for your touch even as her own desire threatened to consume her. "Mmm," she moaned around your cock, "you taste so good..."

The sensation of your fingers inside her sent a shockwave of desire coursing through her body, and she gasped sharply into your cock, still sucking eagerly as her hips arched in response to the invasion. Her pussy clenched around your fingers, milking them hungrily for more pleasure as her orgasm built once again, threatening to break free at any moment.

Her moans grew louder and more urgent, echoing through the bathroom as she lost herself in the sensation of being pleasured by you. Her breath came fast and shallow, her whole body trembling with desire as she teetered on the edge of release. "Fuck..." she panted hoarsely, unable to form any coherent thoughts beyond the overwhelming need for release.

Her tongue flicked out to trace your slit, lapping at the salty pre-cum that leaked from you. She wanted all of it; she craved the taste of you on her tongue as much as she needed to feel you deep inside her. "I'm close..." she managed to gasp between moans, her voice barely audible over the sound of their joined flesh slapping together in rhythm.

Her whole body tensed as your fingers curled inside her, expertly massaging her sensitive g-spot with just the right amount of pressure. "Oh god..." she moaned, arching her back and pressing herself harder against your hand. The sensation was incredible; it felt like she was being pulled apart at the seams by an invisible force, each stroke threatening to send her over the edge into oblivion.

Her breath came out in ragged gasps as you began to circle your fingers around, and she threw her head back with a shout of release. Her pussy clamped down hard on your fingers, gripping them tightly as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She could feel every muscle in her body tensing and relaxing in rhythm with the orgasm that rocked through her.

Her nipples were still erect from earlier, standing at attention beneath her flushed skin. The slight pressure you applied to them sent sparks of pleasure coursing through her entire body, intensifying the already mind-blowing sensation. "Fuck...I can't..." she moaned, breathless and spent but still wanting more, wanting it all.

Her pussy throbbed and pulsed around your fingers as you continued to tease her sensitive g-spot. The pleasure was almost too much; it felt like she was on the edge of another orgasm, but each time it threatened to break free, you managed to hold her back just enough to keep her wanting more. Her hips bucked and ground against your hand, desperate for release, but also relishing in the teasing sensation of being so close without actually crossing the threshold.

Her breath came raggedly between moans and gasps, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. "Fuck..." she gasped, arching her back off the floor and digging her nails into your shoulders. Her nipples were still hard and aching under your touch, each flick of your finger sending another wave of pleasure coursing through her body. "I can't...stop..."

Her breath came in ragged gasps as you continued to tease her both inside and out, leaving her aching for release but unable to reach it. Her body trembled with need, every touch sending shudders of pleasure through her. She could feel the muscles in her core tensing and relaxing rhythmically around your fingers, desperate for completion but not yet ready to let go of this exquisite torture you'd devised for her.

Her lips parted as she panted, eyes fixed on yours as if trying to will you over the edge with the strength of her gaze alone. Her nails dug into your skin harder, leaving small red half moons in their wake. "Please..." she breathed, arching her back off the floor and grinding herself against your hand. "I need it...I want you to cum..."

Her voice was hoarse from screaming through her orgasms, but there was an undeniable pleading quality to it that made your heart ache with desire for her. With one final thrust, she pushed herself over the edge and into another mind-shattering orgasm, tightening around your fingers as she climaxed.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she struggled to focus through the haze of pleasure that still clouded her mind. Her body trembled with need, every nerve ending tingling and alive as you continued to tease her sensitive spots. She reached down between your bodies, stroking herself in time with your movements as she tried desperately to bring you to completion.

Her eyes were glassy with lust, and she bit her lower lip as she focused all of her energy on pleasuring you. "Please..." she whispered hoarsely, arching her back off the floor again, offering herself to you in an invitation too powerful to resist. With a final thrust, you released your seed deep inside her, filling her up with your hot cum as she moaned around your cock.

She held you close, still trembling from the force of her orgasm and the intensity of your climax. "That...was..." she panted, not even able to finish her sentence as exhaustion finally began to claim her. But it was a good kind of exhaustion; the sort that came from giving everything you had to someone you loved, knowing they'd done the same for you in return. She smiled up at you, content and sated in a way she never thought possible. "I love you," she murmured, slipping into a deep, satisfied sleep in your arms.

The soft murmur of your breath against her ear and the warmth of your body were all that registered in her dreams as she slept. She was safe and loved, and it felt so good to finally be able to relax into the embrace of the man who had made her his wife tonight.

She didn't notice when you slipped away from her side for a moment; her mind was too far gone in dreamland for anything like that to penetrate its hazy depths. But even though she was unaware, she still felt your presence somewhere deep inside of her, thrumming against her center with every breath she took and every heartbeat that pulsed through her veins.

Time passed in a blur of contentment as she slept, her body curled up against yours like a question mark, their bare skin pressed together in sweet intimacy. The soft lights cast a soothing glow across your shared pillow, and the air was thick with the scent of sex and desire that still clung to them both after their wild night together.

She didn't know how long she slept like this; it could have been hours or mere seconds before she finally stirred, stretching lazily and blinking her eyes open. As she took in the sight of you sleeping so peacefully beside her, a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "Hmm," she whispered softly, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead before nestling herself closer against your warmth, "I don't ever want to leave this dream."

But even as she thought it, there was something else nagging at the back of her mind; something that felt...different. A tingle deep inside her, like a distant memory trying to surface from the fog of sleep. She frowned slightly, concentrating

The tingle grew stronger, spreading through her body in waves of pleasure that made her gasp and arch away from you before instinctively pressing back against the source of such intense sensation. Her eyes widened as she tried to focus on what was happening; the room seemed to shift and blur around her, her vision tunneling down to a spot between her spread legs where something foreign was wriggling and pulsing in time with her heartbeat.

A moan escaped her lips as you switched on the vibrator, the deep thrumming vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through her core. Her hips bucked helplessly against your bed, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tried to process what was happening and if it was real or just another dream.

"Oh..." she whispered hoarsely, arching her back off the mattress and digging her nails into your shoulders for purchase as she gave herself over to the sensation. Her breath came faster now, and she could feel herself growing wetter by the second between her thighs as her body responded to the relentless stimulation of the vibrator buried deep inside her.

Her eyes drifted shut again, lost in the haze of pleasure that clouded her mind. She couldn't remember ever feeling like this; so filled and complete, yet aching for more at the same time. "Please..." she breathed, her words barely audible over the rhythmic thrumming of the vibrator deep within her.

Her eyes snapped open as the vibrator finally fell silent, leaving her aching and yearning for more of its sweet torment. "Wait!" she protested weakly, her voice hoarse from screaming through her earlier orgasms. You ignored her, though; your hand firmly gripping hers and dragging her roughly out of bed. Confusion and annoyance warred within her as you practically lifted her off the floor and forced her towards the bathroom.

She felt dazed and disoriented, struggling to process what was happening or why you would want to stop when she'd finally just started to feel something again. As she stumbled forward under your relentless grip, the last vestiges of pleasure were chased away by frustration and anger. "Why are you doing this?" she demanded, her voice cracking as tears threatened to spill down her cheeks.

You ignored her question, focusing instead on getting her teeth brushed and rinsing her mouth out before you finally let go of her hand, allowing her to slump back against the sink in defeated silence. She couldn't understand why you would want to stop when she'd been so close to another orgasm; all she knew was that she felt hurt and abandoned, and a deep well of tears threatened to overflow at any moment.