The Virgin bride’s heart dropped in her stomach as she heard the footsteps approaching the room. The door was unlocked and finally, her husband S...lman came to the bed near her.He was standing near the bed and the newly married girl didn’t know how to respond. She was sitting there waiting for her man to make the move.Suddenly, Salman’s hand approached her face to lift up the bride’s veil off her face. She held her stole tightly . Salman remembered that he had to give her a wedding night. . I mean, never seen one as extended as this, well maybe after birthing, but they didn’t stay stretched like this ... Fucking big’un too,” she giggled, glancing down at Ryan’s big bulge in the front of his cavalry twill slacks, which weren’t particularly slack aver his groin. The stiffness, bulk and extremity of it was not quite pushing against the cushioned edge of the table, but soon would be Alice reckoned.“Well it wasn’t me,” he chuckled catching her glance and budging forward to gently jam. He couldn't free himself from their oppressive clutch quick enough. He tossed the pants away. There before him, towering up, much like the Idol of Kolkuth funnily enough, was his cock, a magnificent spire ready to unleash fists of angry semen. The skin was as pale and luminescent as the rest of his increasingly corrupted form, though here purple veins throbbed just as hard as black ones. The pinkish tip swayed with each pump of blood. He knew on instinct that his hands would not be enough. It was now mid-March and, as our relationship strengthened, we decided to bring our families into it.It was Saturday and Connor had decided that today I would meet his family. Rather than drag out the event, I asked him to stop by and meet Claire; getting things over with in one fell swoop was my logic. I asked Claire to stick around the house a little later than she normally would, though I didn't tell her why, making up some excuse or another that seemed innocent."Um, Aunt Claire?" I asked.