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Putang ina mo.

I lift her and set her backward on my bike. Pushing her back firmly against the fuel tank of my bike. Straddling the bike, I move between her legs. My dick comes to life at the sight of her staring up at me.

And she’s wearing a wedding dress.

Her body begging me to consummate this marriage.

I take my time lifting up her dress. Her chest rises and falls with anticipation. Feeling up her soft, bare legs and circling my thumb over the fullness of her thighs.

Greedy green eyes stare up at me as I free my cock. My head drops to the plunged opening between her breasts, and I use myteeth to pull the fabric down. Lowering my mouth to her peaked nipple, I lick the hardened peak.

“Your tits were made for me, Maniká.”

I love the way her eyes beg me, a whimper escaping her at the sensation. I bite at her other nipple and suck it into my mouth. Her back arches and her hands grab onto the back of my head.

“God. Nero.” She moans when I run my tongue back over her nipple, releasing it and searching for her lips.

“Tell me who you belong to,” I growl.

“I’m all yours bebé.” She lifts herself up and presses her lips to mine.

I bunch her dress up and push her panties to the side. She moans in my mouth. My dick has no patience and thrust inside her. Her pussy clenches down on me.

“What a dirty little puta. Fucking your husband in the driveway.” Her hooded eyes remain on mine as her pussy swallows me whole.

“I’ll never get enough of you.”

Thrust.

“You’re mine, Ari.”

Thrust

“My fucking wife.”

Thrust.

Her tits bounce up and down as I thrust in, and she balances on the front of my bike. Her pussy welcomes me home. She cries out my name, holding tight to me, bucking wildly to meet my every thrust.

“I love you.” She says right before her orgasm hits.

“I love you too, Maniká.”

The words undo me. I love this woman with every fucking fiber of my being. I thrust in hard and deep until I find euphoric relief.

I fill her with my cum. Pulling out, I reach between us and shove the cum leaking out back inside her.

“Mine,” I growl.

Lifting her up. She wraps her arms around me. A content and fully satisfied smile spread across her lips. I open the door and carry her over the threshold of our new home.

To start our lives.

I’ll never know heartache again.

Not with her.

The only woman I’ll ever need.

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