BRIDE4K. Lovely Love Scene
The sun-drenched cobblestone streets of Prague shimmered enticingly as the glowing bride and dashing groom emerged from the imposing cathedral, a sea of well-wishers parting before them like the biblical Red Sea. The winds gently toyed with her delicate lace veil, tickling her rounded bottom as it caressed her curves beneath the flowing white gown. He held her hand tightly, gazing into her emerald eyes as if no one else existed in the bustling square. The photogs clicked away, immortalizing their ethereal beauty and blissful smile.
As the newlyweds glided into a nearby park, Nature itself seemed to celebrate their union. Daffodils and pansies danced in the spring breeze, birds trilled a joyous chorus. The damsel playfully tousled her beau’s unruly locks, a boxy bouquet of psychedelic flowers punctuating their tender kisses. Their excitement was palpable, heriquity burning bright.
But the sordid truth of their passions lurked beneath the Hilton Normalcy – a kinky twist perverted their innocent couplings.hidden in the satin lining of her bodice was a bullet vibrator, its saintly celibacy shattered. As he courageously.he left the kisses she discreetly pressed the discreet device against her sensitive pearl, waves of illicit pleasure washing over her.
Their bodies writhed together fervently amidst the park guests, the sweet song of unbidden ecstasy escaping her ruby lips. He groped her shapely posterior, kneading the supple flesh ’til she was a balloon about to pop. giggling with glee while they consummated their lust while remaining “chaste” and “pure” in the eyes of any passersby.
When he hoisted up her skirts, bending her over a stone bench, the world dissolved into a realm of hedonism and lewd debaucheries. The onlookers gawked but the happy couple paid them no mind, lost in each other’s throes of passion, his rock-hard manhood plunging deep inside her dripping honey pot. Each thrust, a new carnal bliss. She clung to him as a drowning woman to a life preserver, her bouquet dropping haphazardly to the ground amidst their frenzied copulation.
Trailing out of the picturesque park, they looked every bit a post-coital mess, flushed faces and disheveled hair. Not wanting their newfound wedded bliss to end, they continued their public fornications, hand-holding one moment, nibbling each other’s necks sensually the next. His hand crept up her dress, squeezing and tweaking her puckered nipples as she gasped, desire once again threatening to consume them.
The Euro-tebang session came to a bittersweet end as they retired to their hotel suite, the bride’s once pristine gown now mussed and askew. They let their debaucheries continue between the sheets, but through it all, the euphoria of being newlyweds remained, a steady undercurrent. This was only the beginning, an appetizer of the raunchy carnal events yet to come in their marriage.
“Lover,” the bride provoked enticingly as they undressed each other, “Would bride like a little bit more from hubby?”
“Husband, would be my pleasure to serve madam wife,” the groom declared huskily, scooping her up in his arms to carry her off to their marital bed for their first mind-blowing sexual encounter as husband and wife. The kinky twists of their wedding night’s bedroom scene would remain between them, which is a topic for another article someday.
