The Bride's Wedding Night

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Willailla
Willailla
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You tear open my pretty,

white gown,

rip off my lacy bra

with strong, impatient hands.

My delicate panties split as you jerk them down,

baring me.

O, baring me!

Cruelly!

Deliciously.!

.

How hot your tongue

as it cleaves between

my breasts,

exciting my esperance,

turning my knees to jelly

hanging me suspended in

a luscious ether.

.

Ecstasy longed for.

More vivid, intense,

than any cauchemar

of erotic perversion;

you arouse my wildest,

hidden desires.

.

Your wet mouth

hot on my nipples,

sucking them hard,

erect,

my breasts, swollen

and bruised,

burn with your kisses.

.

Your searching fingers

find my wet center

and enter me;

you stifle my cries

with your lips

and fusing tongue.

.

Naked you pull

me to you,

forcing me

against your hardness.

You slap me

when I resist,

then harder;

you raise me up

on tip toe,

forcing my head back,

pulling my hair

till I cry out,

moaning in despair,

O lost is your once fair,

sweet maiden.

.

Tongue on tongue

smothers oaths.

You force my small hand

around your dick,

so hard and thick.

.

Your hands bruise the back of my thighs

and pick me up.

I cling, trembling,

to your neck,

my legs around your

narrow hips.

.

You slide into me.

O, how it hurts!

I cry,

but you will not stop

until you are deep,

deep inside.

You are cruel,

unrelenting,

a demon possessed.

I am hot.

Please, I beg you -- but

do not stop!

.

You make my heart

rush like a hummingbird

fluttering gold, translucent wings;

my thoughts in confusion

in the shimmering of the moonlight,

off windows’ silvery gleam.

.

My head spins.

I cry! I cry!

You deprive me.

Then move faster deep inside.

You build within me

such fires.

You make me feel things

never before desired.

I am your slave.

Your naked hire.

I can no longer resist;

I will do whatever you wish.

Kiss, kiss, kiss....

.

Your stubbled cheek

brushes fire

across my breasts.

You wrench my soul

from between my thighs.

You cum in me.

I feel you jerk inside.

.

I whimper and

cum and shiver

as slowly you

withdraw ....and

turn me to another ...who

pulls me to him...

and enters

where I am wet and shaven

and burning with a raging fire.

.

We cum so hard,

hard, hard

while my groom watches,

his eyes filled with raw desire.

Willailla
Willailla
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