My name is Mara and this is the story of my wedding night. Indian xxx hd As I lower myself to my knees, I pull his pants down. I gently start sucking, my head slowly bobbing on his cock. I nod and he slowly pushes the head in until it is stopped by my hymen, which he gently pushes through. We have slept together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. As our tongues intertwine, his hands glide up to the top of my dress’s zipper. “And soon you will be a blushing bride,” Scott whispers in my ear. “Ohhh Mara…” Scott moans softly as he runs his fingers through my hair. We are stopped at a red light when he leans over and kisses me gently and softly on the lips. He kisses me sweetly and hugs me tight. I look over at Scott, and realize he’s thinking the same things as his face becomes crimson. Sure, he masturbated, but I believe he held out for me. I kiss back and soon we progress to French kissing. “I am so happy I married you, Mara. He stops immediately, his cock a third of the way in.
