Whorish Wedding Whims Only Contradict White Dress Purity

Now That We’re Married

The wait is over, baby.  Let me tell you all the fantasies flowing through my dirty mind.  My whorish wedding whims are the only thing I can think of! I want to tease you, tantalize you, thrill you in my seductions.  My virgin pussy may lack in experience, but I promise you my mind has not.  Besides, I’d like you to be the one to break me.  So, penetrate me for the first time.  Because I want you to feel the gush of my virgin juices swell around, and drench your shaft.  Let me show you what having a wife like me is like.

I wore this gown for the party, but I’ll take it off only for you.  Come, and undo every pearled button down my small frame.  Undress me slowly, and uncover a body that was made just for you to devour.  These whorish wedding whims have finally made me yours, and I’m ready to enjoy every second of pleasure with you.  Next, gently glide the dainty straps off my shoulders and watch the bountiful dress fall into a puddle around me.  Then, gather me up in your arms, and feel the sensations of our skin meeting.

My Whorish Wedding Whims Already Have Me Soaked!

Or maybe it’s the view of my lover above me.  Please, press to me.  Now let our lips touch, and our tongues dance.  Let me tell you I love you with every part of my body.  With every kiss you make down my neck, my chest, my stomach, I open up to you more.  Like unwrapping a delicate gift, you enjoy the act, and await the best part.  Then, glide down further, and give in to my whorish wedding whims! Taste me, taste my virginal juices, for the first and last time.  For after this..

My whorish wedding whims will transform my virginity into an everlasting and insatiable lust for you.  Finally, I feel the pressure of your slick tongue on my slit.  I hear your moans and feel the soft, warm breath that accompanies them.  It all makes me shiver, but I force my legs open more.  Next you lay your hands on my soft inner thighs.  Your fingertips glide in circles that compliment the tension inside me with soothing bliss.

I Don’t Want to be a Virgin Anymore

Change that, lover.  Ascend my body again, and press each inch of you against me.  Now, I grip my delicate fingers around your swollen shaft.  I gasp at the size of you, the girth of you, and the heat from your throbbing tip.  It then drenches my already slick entrance with your precum, and allows you to push.  Slow.  Now, my mouth gapes open, and it’s only the head inside me.  You probe in and out of me, and add a few millimeters with each thrust.  I melt into complete ecstasy beneath you, but you know the fun is only just beginning.  You know exactly how my whorish wedding whims will leave me begging for more.

Suddenly, you thrust over half your cock inside.  You delight at my wide eyes, then make my cheeks blush with your slight asphyxiation around my small throat.  Just the slightest grip there with your strong hands double the clenching pleasure in our groins.  Now, you plunge deeper inside.  I feel it tear; my sweet cherry.  You growl in my ear as we bask in each other’s pleasure.  It’s just our bodies moving together in hastening rhythms.  Each pump becomes more fierce, more fiery.  Each one pleads for release until we finally get it.  Then as we explode together, we fantasize about switching roles, and maybe having a female fantasy domination next.  “I love you, lovebug. I’m yours, as you are mine.” I whisper into your ear, as you collapse atop me.

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