The Superpowered and the Bride

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I am a person with superpowers, or what is commonly known as a person with special abilities. I can control other people's minds with my will, but I've always been a very Zen person and haven't used this special ability to do evil or seek violence. I simply run a low-key wedding photography company, specializing in taking wedding photos for newlyweds.

Why did I choose this industry? The answer is simple: because I particularly love seeing beautiful young wives in wedding dresses and white, their pretty faces adorned with exquisite makeup, nestled together with their husbands.

Of course, I'm not some saintly hypocrite who feels happy seeing young couples together. I think that's all nonsense. I'm under 170cm tall, short and stocky, with squinty, single-eyelid eyes and an ugly, narrow nose. I've never had a serious relationship in my life, so how could I possibly bless other handsome men and beautiful women embracing? I just want to use my financial power to have some fun.

My photography company is thriving. Not a single customer who leaves has complained. This is thanks in part to my superb management skills. All my staff are women, dressed in black fitted blazers and nude-colored high heels, providing the same high-quality service as Haidilao (a famous hot pot restaurant chain). Every customer who comes to us for a photoshoot feels right at home.

And then there's my innate ability to control people's hearts.

This morning, a couple who had booked a session arrived on time. The woman, Chen Jie, and the man, Wen Tao, were standing at the door. The staff member in black and nude clothing bowed deeply to them and ushered them inside.

"Welcome, is this Ms. Chen? You made a reservation before. May I ask your phone number...? Okay, no problem. Please come with me to choose your wedding dress. You've booked three sets of dresses and three sets of photos, right?" The bride, Chen Jie, had fair skin, a tall figure (approximately 1.70 meters), large eyes, full lips, and wore designer clothes, carrying an expensive Chanel bag. She clearly relied on her looks, had a high opinion of herself, and wanted to marry a reliable man after a few years of partying.

The man, Wen Tao, although also over 1.80 meters tall, looked rather dim-witted. From the moment he entered, he was constantly playing games on his phone, clearly a homebody with low emotional intelligence, poor social skills, and no romantic experience. He was a rich second-generation heir who, at marriageable age, relied on his family's wealth to marry a woman who had already been used by others.

My beautiful saleswoman led the couple into the dressing room to choose their preferred wedding dress and suit.

I peeked outside and saw that the man named Wentao was driving a Porsche Cayenne. No wonder he's a rich second-generation; he's so young and already driving such a luxury car. People are really materialistic these days. How could you marry such a beautiful wife without a certain economic foundation? Not everyone has superpowers like me.

The bride had pretty good taste and a very discerning eye. She wandered around the dressing room several times before finally choosing a pure white, form-fitting, openwork lace wedding dress. The groom casually picked out a white suit with a bow tie and put it on.

With the help of the staff, the bride neatly dressed in this high-end pure white wedding dress. The dress was off-the-shoulder, with two openwork sections tightly hugging the bride's full figure, revealing her slender, snow-white shoulders. To avoid soiling the dress, two staff members held it up, revealing the bride wearing ultra-thin white and pure white high heels.

Two waitresses held the bride's wedding dress slightly higher, revealing her shapely legs encased in white. Her legs were incredibly long and shapely, the pure white fabric adding a touch of allure. The pure white high heels clicked softly on the floor.

The bride had a slender figure, snow-white skin, large eyes, long eyelashes, slightly protruding teeth, and full, red lips slightly parted. She had a curvaceous figure, a quiet and sweet face, and wore a tight-fitting green undershirt—clearly a new Armani design. Over this

, she wore a loose-fitting trendy blazer and black skinny jeans that clung tightly to her long, shapely legs.

She wore the latest black Armani high heels and slowly walked into the photography studio.

Looking at the sweet and charming bride, Chen Jie, I realized she was my type. Looks like I'm in for some fun today.

I was the overall coordinator for the entire photoshoot. Besides me, the studio had a photographer, a makeup artist, and two assistants. However, everyone else was female, all dressed in black suits with knee-length skirts and nude and black high heels. I dressed them like that because I personally like heels, and also because it looked more professional.

The clueless groom, Wen Tao, walked in and, seeing that everyone in the studio except me was female, seemed a little surprised.

"Boss, why are all your employees girls?" "Girls are meticulous and efficient. I like using female employees, hehe. Alright, let's start shooting, shall we?" The bride, holding her elegant wedding dress, strode onto the stage, her legs encased in white, and posed with her wealthy husband.

"Bride and groom... get closer, yes, yes, closer, closer to your husband, smile slightly, the corners of your mouth turn up, yes, yes... just a smile... heads closer... okay... 1, 2, 3." As the flashbulbs continued, the newlyweds smiled happily. Although the groom looked a bit silly, the bride was incredibly beautiful and elegant. Her snow-white skin revealed smooth, rounded shoulders, and a tight-fitting lace wedding dress hung loosely at her feet. A lace corset tightly hugged her slender, rounded waist.

They posed in various ways. They took over a dozen photos, using the best backdrops and the most expensive photographer.

Money talks, and I love to show off. Luckily, my photographer's artistic skills are extremely high; from the angles to the lighting, from the clothes to the background, everything was perfectly coordinated. I bet these two will have something to brag about when they post these photos on WeChat Moments. The

wedding photo shoot process is to first take a photo of the bride and groom together, and then take individual photos of the bride and groom separately.

After about 40 minutes of shooting, the couple's photos were finished, and it was time for the bride's solo shots. Thinking about this, my face flushed slightly, my blood was rushing, and I swallowed hard. Then I went up and patted the bride's slender shoulder. My large hand landed on her fair and delicate skin, and the bride was momentarily stunned. The groom seemed a little embarrassed as well.

"Ms. Chen Jie, the couple's photos are done. Next, it's your solo shots. Please, husband, go and rest for a bit. There's coffee in the lobby." "Okay, okay, I'll go out. Call me when you're done. But your hand…" The groom smiled awkwardly, pointing to my hand on the bride's shoulder.

"Oh, I'm sorry, we photographers are used to moving around a lot, so it might have been a bit abrupt. Sorry... Why don't you go out and rest a bit and have a cup of coffee? Don't worry, we'll do our best to take perfect photos for your loved one." "Okay... Chen Jie, I'll go out now. Call me when you're done." Two pretty waitresses led the groom, Wentao, out of the photography studio. Wentao sat down on a sofa outside, and a waitress immediately handed him a steaming cup of Blue Mountain coffee. This seemingly goofy rich kid, dressed in a black suit and bow tie, actually looked quite handsome.

The groom crossed one leg, took the coffee, and took a small sip.

"This coffee is pretty good. How long will this solo photoshoot take? It won't be too long, will it? We're planning to go out and have some fun this afternoon." "Mr. Wentao, given our boss's habits, it'll probably take about an hour." "Your boss is quite something, personally directing the photoshoot. He really does everything himself. That's the kind of dedication you need to have when running a business." The clueless groom was giving me, his boss, a serious lecture.

I peeked out and glanced at Wentao, the groom, sitting on the sofa drinking coffee, thinking that what was about to happen was something this clueless rich kid couldn't imagine, and of course, he'd never know.

"Another cup of coffee, please. Your coffee is quite good."

I hadn't expected this clueless rich kid to be such a drinker.

My pretty waitress swayed in her high heels and handed the groom another cup of coffee.

The bride, Chen Jie, was dressed in an elegant white lace wedding gown, with a lace headscarf on her head. She was squatting on the ground, posing. Her assistant and photographer directed her to move around and strike the perfect pose. Then, the makeup artist came forward with a powder compact, constantly touching up the bride's makeup.

The makeup artist gently patted the bride's delicate, beautiful face with the powder. At the same time, the bride was gripping my thighs with both hands, her luscious red lips parted, and she was greedily swallowing my penis.

Yes, I was using my superpowers to amuse myself again. The bride's lace-gloved hands were tightly wrapped around my strong thighs, and she was moving herself back and forth, her delicate neck greedily swallowing my bulging veins. The lace headscarf on the bride's head swung back and forth with the movement of her neck.

Just now, I patted the bride's fair and delicate face a few times and tapped her forehead. Her makeup was slightly smudged. My experienced makeup artist, who has worked with me for many years, saw that the makeup on the bride's face had been smudged by the tapping and quickly came over with a powder compact to touch up the bride's makeup.

"Hahaha, what a bride, touching up her makeup while blowing on me! Deeper... deeper... ah... so good... so good... deeper... touch up her makeup again... after you're done, I'll smudge it again, hahaha." The bride opened her delicate lips and inserted my penis to the root, swallowing it completely. My penis went straight through the bride's throat and pressed against her tonsils. I felt my urethra poking something soft and squishy, which must be the bride's tonsils.

The bride tightly enveloped the base of my penis with her lips, then slowly released it, gently shaking her head from side to side as she did so. I felt a tingling sensation; I hadn't expected this bride to be so skilled. She must have been quite the streetwise person in her youth. It seems that to snag a rich second-generation husband, one's oral skills need to be top-notch. As the bride slowly released my penis while shaking her head, the makeup artist gently patted powder onto her face.

"So good, so damn good, so amazing! Okay, okay, that's enough touch-up... Keep blowing me... Ouch... So good... So good." The makeup artist finished and left.

Then, the photographer, who loves to flatter me the most, shouted at the bride with his camera, directing her movements.

"Bride, a little deeper, head forward a little more, yes, yes, swallow the whole thing, yes, relax your throat, relax your throat, a little deeper, swallow the whole thing, very good, very good, give the boss a deep throat... beautiful." The photographer, holding the video camera, kept snapping photos of the bride, capturing her graceful movements in her wedding dress. I'll have to post these photos on the forum for my fellow wolves to see later.

The bride, while moving her neck towards me, slowly lifted her wedding dress. Because the dress was so voluminous, she couldn't lift it with both hands.

At this moment, my several sensible female assistants immediately stepped forward, and together they lifted the bride's wedding dress, then tucked it into her collar. The bride's long, white legs were immediately revealed. The bride squatted on the ground, her high heels already off her heels, revealing her ankles covered in white. I guess her husband never dreamed that his wife would be doing such a thing while wearing such a sacred and noble wedding dress.

The white under the wedding dress should have been something her husband could only see on their wedding night. Unexpectedly, the bride was now squatting on the ground like a prostitute, bending her bound toes in her high heels, vigorously thrusting her neck back and forth for me, almost every thrust resulting in a deep throat.

I felt it wasn't enough, so I reached out and slapped the bride's beautiful face several times, left and right.

Then, I grabbed the white lace headscarf on her head with one hand, and with the other hand against the back of her head, I thrust forward forcefully, and with a "plop," my entire penis was inserted into her throat. I continued thrusting, vigorously riding her luscious mouth, as if I were fucking her mouth.

The bride squatted on the ground with two long, slender, and rounded white legs, wearing a pair of white lace-trimmed suspenders. When the assistant dressed her in these suspenders, the bride had been somewhat surprised, wondering why she had to wear such a seductive suspender dress for her wedding photos. Why not wear panties? The assistant couldn't answer for a moment, but luckily I used my money to resolve the bride's doubts. Wearing a halter top, of course, was to make the bride look more seductive and alluring.

"Comfortable, so comfortable, so good, this mouth feels so good, even better than before, you really are a married woman, a bride, ah, hahaha, wearing these white halter tops, you don't look like a bride at all, you look like a cheap prostitute, hahaha, your rich second-generation husband married such a cheap slut like you, he must think he married a heavenly beauty, how many men have you slept with before, tell me the truth." The bride frowned, closed her eyes, and endured my kisses. She stammered, "Before... hehehe... my previous boyfriend... sob sob sob... plus the bar... hehehe ...Plus a few rich second-generation heirs who are willing to spend money...hehehe...there are probably sixty or seventy people." "Damn it, you slut, you slept with sixty or seventy men before you got married, damn it, are you even usable now? Don't think that just because you're wearing this wedding dress you're a bride. In my eyes, you're just a prostitute in white stockings, hahaha, you white stocking slut, white stocking prostitute, lowly wife, prostitute bride, this era is really damn unfair. Even if you've been slept with sixty or seventy men, you can still marry a rich second-generation heir if you have some looks. Damn it, back in the day, women like you..." "You should be a prostitute in a brothel. Damn, it's such a waste to wear such pure white. Have you ever worn such beautiful white before? Hahaha." "That's right...hehehe...I'm just a lowly woman who wears white...hehehe...a prostitute bride...a cheap slut who's innocent on the surface but a slut on the inside...This is the first time I've ever worn such beautiful white...Before, when I was with those rich second-generation boyfriends...and when I met them at bars and went to hotels...those men would make me wear black and flesh-colored...hehehe...once I even wore a pair of flesh-colored tank tops in a hotel." "She was having a group sex with three or four rich second-generation guys... My husband is just... He thought I was a pure and innocent girl... He even bought me a sports car... Hahaha... He's just... Boss... Yours is so delicious... Ah... So thick and long... Much better than my husband's." Hearing the bride's account, it turned out she used to be a slut who frequented bars, and now that she'd had her fill, she wanted to find an honest man to settle down with. I hate women like that the most. Hearing her say such things, I pulled her hair even harder, pressed down on the back of her head, and thrust wildly, stabbing my penis hard into her throat.

A large amount of bubbly saliva seeped from the bride's mouth, dripping down her pink chin. Large clumps of saliva hung down from her chin, the thick saliva splattering onto the ground, while some dripped onto the pure white halter top she was wearing.

"Hahaha, you slut, you can fool your husband but not me. From the moment you walked in, I could tell you were a playful slut. Now what? Still trying to play innocent and virtuous? Damn it, you...you...you cunt...oh...your mouth feels better than a cunt...truly a cunt mouth...hahaha." I kept poking at the bride's throat, and more and more saliva flowed from her mouth, much of it dripping onto her wedding dress. This wedding dress was my asset; seeing so much saliva on it, if it ruined the dress, it would be worth over 100,000 yuan.

Then I quickly reached out and caught the thick saliva flowing from the bride's mouth, and with a slap, I threw the handful of saliva in my hand onto the bride's face, then wiped it on her face.

The bride's makeup was now a complete mess. Her carefully applied, delicate pink makeup was all smudged, and the black eyeshadow around her eyes had been soaked through, turning into two black tear streaks that streamed down her once beautiful face.

"Makeup artist, makeup artist... touch up the bride's makeup... the bride's makeup is ruined... I don't want to fuck this filthy, ugly monster... touch her up." As soon as I finished speaking, the makeup artist rushed over with powder and makeup brushes to continue touching up the bride's makeup, while I continued to hold her hair, which was piled on top of her head, and pressed it against the back of her head, relentlessly thrusting into her.

My breath was smacking in the bride's delicate mouth, while the makeup artist focused intently on gently patting the powder onto her face, touching up the makeup of this prostitute-like bride.

Meanwhile, the photographer continued snapping photos of the bride, occasionally giving her instructions.

"Very good, bride, this movement is excellent. Shake your neck a little harder, a little deeper, yes, yes, swallow the whole thing, push it into your throat, push it into your tonsils, push it into your throat, good, good, this position is very good, don't close your eyes, keep your eyes open, very good... 1, 2, 3." I felt that squatting and deep-throating like this wasn't satisfying enough, so I grabbed the bride's slender and rounded waist, lifted her up, and carried her directly to the sofa next to me. I placed the bride upside down on the sofa, and she leaned against it, her two long, rounded legs covered in white swinging back and forth in the air. I took off the bride's white high heels and threw them aside, then took off the bride's white lace dress, which slid down her thighs and hung on her ankles, swinging back and forth.

Stripped off, the bride's delicate pink flesh was instantly exposed to the air. Her sparse, fair pubic hair revealed two tender labia drooping to either side, exposing the pink flesh inside. The pink clitoris and labia twitched with tension, as if flirting with me.

Seeing the slight oozing from her snow-white, pink vulva, I felt a surge of urge to slap her. I reached out and delivered a sharp, resounding slap to her.

Caught off guard, the bride gasped in pain, her thighs instinctively closing together. She moaned as she pressed her rounded thighs together, rubbing them together with a soft rustling sound.

Her brows furrowed, her face flushed, and she continued to stroke and rub herself with her hands.

The bride's head drooped to the edge of the sofa, her once beautiful hair now disheveled, cascading down like a waterfall to the floor.

I stroked my thick, long penis a few times, then slowly walked to the bride. I assumed a horse stance, and with my penis facing her upside-down head, I thrust it into her mouth with a soft "plop."

It went in completely, all the way down her throat, my abdomen touching her chin.

I thrust my hips, as if I were manipulating her delicate mouth.

My two thick thighs were in a horse stance, my hands supporting me on the sofa. I slowly thrust my hips, my thick, long penis relentlessly pumping in and out of the bride's throat.

Then the speed increased, I twisted my waist, constantly shoving and shoving in the bride's mouth. The bride choked and sobbed, making muffled sounds from her mouth. She had difficulty breathing, managing to take a few breaths through the gap in her mouth, and then she actually blew a large bubble from the corner of her mouth. The saliva bubble gradually grew larger and then popped with a "pop." The lewd sight made my blood boil, and I thrust my waist even harder into the bride's throat.

A large amount of thick saliva with bubbles flowed from the bride's mouth, running down her pink and beautiful face, all the way down to her hanging hair, making her face a complete mess.

I watched as the bride breathed rapidly, tears and saliva streaming down her beautiful face, almost suffocating. So I pulled out temporarily with a "whoosh," leaving a long strand of saliva trail behind.

I tapped the bride's forehead a few times, smearing the entire thread of saliva onto her face.

Then, I slapped her delicate cheeks repeatedly with a series of crisp, loud slaps. The slaps caused a surge of adrenaline, instantly increasing the tolerance in her throat.

I gripped my erect penis again and thrust it into her mouth with a soft "plop."

Holding her bound ankles, I twisted my hips, rotating my large penis as it pounded and swayed inside her tender mouth, feeling an unparalleled pleasure.

The saliva flowed more and more from her mouth, covering her entire face, making her beautiful, delicate features a mess. The heavy eyeshadow around her eyes had completely dissolved, turning into several black tear streaks that seeped down her forehead as she lay upside down.

Then I gripped the bride's bound feet tightly with both hands, opened my mouth, and sucked and licked her toes incessantly. By this time, my blood was surging, my heart was in my throat, and this inverted deep throat was my favorite move; very few women could endure such intense sadomasochism.

I twisted my waist and continued thrusting a few more times in the bride's mouth. Feeling the time was right, I pulled out with a soft "plop," pulling out a thick, long thread of saliva that trailed from the bride's mouth, down her high, delicate nose, and onto her eyes and forehead.

Then I grabbed a strand of the bride's hair, used it like toilet paper to wipe myself clean of the saliva, and prepared for the next move.

"Not bad, not bad, hahaha, what a qualified prostitute bride... You can actually withstand my deep thrusts... mine's almost reaching your stomach... hahaha... Stand up and squat down, I want to test you, see if your big ones are comfortable to play with. Someone as smelly as you must have done this kind of thing before, right? You've even done 4P, it must be a piece of cake for you, hahaha." "That's right, I've done it before, I gave my handsome boyfriend a breast massage when I was in college." "Have you ever done such a deep throat for your rich second-generation husband? And have you ever given your husband a breast massage with your big ones?" The bride wiped the drool from her mouth and murmured to me, "No... never... My husband and I use the most ordinary positions... I don't want to..." "He's ruining his image in front of me... Everyone thinks he's my first love... I only married him because he's rich... Otherwise, who would want such a big fool? There are plenty of handsome guys in bars... I only do deep throat for those handsome young men... Do... Don't even think about having a husband." "Hahahaha, I could tell you were a green tea bitch, a scheming bitch, a contrast bitch the moment you walked in, hahaha, I love fucking shameless contrast bitches like you the most, hurry up and kneel down on the ground, use your big breasts to push my chest, let's see how your technique is." The bride slowly lifted her skirt and slowly squatted down on the ground, her two round and long legs wrapped in heels were together, her high heels had slipped off her heels, revealing her wrapped ankles, her five toes were still on the high heels, her heels were exposed, looking very...

Then the bride slowly pulled down her bra to her waist, and a pair of white, tender breasts, like little rabbits, sprang out, swaying before my eyes. The bride's breasts were snow-white and round, with a perfect shape, and pink nipples. Two delicate pink nipples, like Bodhi seeds, adorned her soft, white breasts, exquisitely beautiful, like the finishing touch on a painting.

At this moment, my erection was as hard as iron, veins exposed, standing tall and erect, large, fiery red, and glossy.

I walked up to the bride, my thick, long erection, and first reached out to knead her snow-white, soft breasts. Her soft breasts were molded into various shapes in my hands, the tender white flesh squeezed out from between my five fingers.

Then I pinched the bride's two pink nipples and began to knead them vigorously like kneading candy, then pulled them outwards forcefully. The bride felt pain in her breasts, closed her eyes, frowned, and whimpered a few times.

Then I placed my already rock-hard erection, as hard as an iron rod, on the bride's cleavage. The bride understood immediately, and pressed her two soft, white breasts tightly against mine, beginning to move them up and down.

I felt the bride's soft, white breasts tightly enveloping my throbbing member, feeling the delicate touch and warmth of her skin, and I felt a tingling, incredibly pleasurable sensation throughout my body.

The bride squeezed her soft breasts hard with her palms, her originally rounded breasts becoming oval, tightly enveloping my bulging, veiny member, as she vigorously moved up and down.

This feeling, while not as stimulating as before, was incredibly comfortable and enjoyable, almost like a miniature version of myself.

The bride pressed her soft breasts tightly with both hands, but I felt it wasn't tight enough, so I reached out and placed my hands on top of her palms, squeezing her soft, snow-white breasts, like those of a little white rabbit, together with her.

The bride's breasts were completely deformed from being squeezed, her two pink nipples touching. I pinched both nipples with two fingers at the same time, and seeing her breasts deformed like this, I felt inexplicably amused. I chuckled twice, then thrust my hips into her cleavage.

I pressed tightly against her breasts, her soft, delicate skin enveloping me, the intense pleasure almost making me ejaculate.

Then I gently pinched her fair, white neck, using it for leverage to thrust even harder, the wet, slippery cleavage sliding around me. The pleasure was beyond words. The bride

's two rounded, long legs, wrapped in a blanket, looked strained as she squatted on the ground. The muscles in her rounded thighs were taut, making her once shapely thighs appear even more defined. Her feet were completely off her heels, just bare toes, struggling to stand on her high heels, her bent toes taut, making them look even thinner.

The veins on her toes were slightly bulging, and through the thin, translucent skin, the veins on the bride's snow-white insteps were clearly visible.

The bride squeezed her soft breasts tightly, while I, gripping her neck, thrust my hips repeatedly, continuing to fuck her cleavage.

"So good...it's fucking good...so comfortable...these are truly natural...hahaha...so many men have tried you, except your husband...and now he's out drinking coffee like an idiot...and saying my coffee is good. I bought it on Taobao for 20 yuan for three pounds with free shipping, hahaha, what a pretentious rich kid, all those handsome young men in bars, and all those rich kids in your university, they can all enjoy you, except your husband. It's pathetic and laughable, hahaha." "Alright, alright, that's enough. I want to see what it's like to be fucked by dozens of men, hahaha, who..." Thinking of this bride wearing such a noble and beautiful wedding dress, who was such a wanton slut in her youth, hahaha, but how many women aren't like that nowadays?

I'll taste what you're like, get down on the sofa. The bride lay down on the sofa, slowly spreading her legs, which were wrapped up in an M shape, her snow-white and smooth vulva completely exposed to the air. The two moist labia opened to the sides, like two pink doors, the pink pubic hair sparse and very clean. Her wrapped thighs stood on both sides, revealing the pink flesh inside. It seems the bride is quite sensitive, the flesh inside trembling incessantly, twitching as if flirting with me.

I slowly walked forward, gently kneading the bride's covered thighs with both hands. Then I squatted down, opened my mouth, and took her pink, moist vulva into my mouth, beginning to lick and fondle it. I sucked and slurped her vulva, my tongue sweeping across her clitoris and labia. My tongue rapidly explored her sensitive areas. The bride's face was flushed, her chest heaving, and she was breathing heavily. Her small, rabbit-like breasts trembled on her chest, and she couldn't help but let out soft moans.

I forcefully grabbed the bride's thighs and spread them apart, sucking on her vulva while shaking my head rapidly from side to side. My lips roamed over her sensitive, tender vulva.

The bride's moans grew more intense, and she instinctively covered her lips with her slender hands, trying not to make her moans too obvious.

I continued to skillfully lick the bride's vulva a few more times. Seeing that it was sufficiently wet, I stood up, reached out, and gently patted it a few times, the sound of my hand hitting her skin making a distinct squelching sound.

Then, I embraced her long, shapely legs, hoisting them onto my shoulders. I leaned forward, opened my mouth, and gently sucked on her pink nipple a few times, my tongue nimbly swirling around her areola.

The bride's body became even more sensitive, and I licked her vulva more and more,

the liquid seeping into the base of my penis. Next, I placed one hand on her leg and the other on my penis, rubbing it against her tender vulva a few times, then stroking it up and down, the squelching sounds very clear. The bride's

eyes were slightly closed, her brow furrowed, her delicate lips slightly parted, and she let out soft moans.

I held the bride's round, slender thighs, hoisted them onto my shoulders, and then thrust my hips forward. With a soft thud, my thick, long penis slid into her. The warm, moist flesh immediately enveloped me, giving me unparalleled comfort. The bride's flesh was very firm, tightly enveloping me, with many folds in the walls. The intense friction from my gentle touch brought me to the peak of stimulation. I penetrated all the way in, reaching her cervix. When I touched her cervix, the bride seemed to feel the intense stimulation as well. Her vaginal walls contracted sharply, as if a suction force was pulling me in tightly. This intense comfort felt like a carp gently biting me with its mouth open.

With my shoulders supporting the bride's thighs, I twisted my strong waist and began to thrust vigorously into her wet and tight vagina. I never dreamed that beneath the bride's beautiful and dignified appearance, there were so many folds in her vaginal walls; she was practically a natural sex toy, a man's blessing. My thick and long penis slid in and out of the bride's vagina with a thud, each thrust penetrating to the hilt, directly reaching the bride's cervix. While I was thrusting into the bride, I also took her toes into my mouth and kept sucking and licking them. The bride's toes were completely soaked with my saliva, and the originally crystal clear, ultra-thin skin became even more transparent, through which I could clearly see the nail polish on the bride's feet.

I thrust my hips faster and harder, pounding into the bride like a ram. The intense movements caused some of the fabric on her legs to come loose, a large section slipping off her toes and dangling back and forth, looking both pathetic and disheveled. I continued to carry her thighs and vigorously thrust inside her, the loose piece of fabric hanging from her toes swaying incessantly in the wind, looking utterly lewd.

Then I leaned forward, forcefully pressing down on the bride's wrapped legs. Her knees were already pressing against her snow-white breasts and shoulders. I pounded on her from above like a rammed earth foundation, my thick, long penis plunging in to the hilt, thrusting against her sensitive uterus again and again. My waist twisted wildly up and down and left and right, my thick, long penis ramming and churning inside her wetness. Her body was already overflowing with fluid, which flowed down her snow-white, rounded breasts.

"So good... ah... so good... so good... I never imagined such a pure and lovely young bride... would have so many folds... she's a natural sex toy... a natural... hahaha... no wonder she's played with so many rich second-generation handsome young men... damn... so she's a famous sex toy?... hahaha, this is definitely the most enjoyable one I've ever had, the friction is so damn strong... ah... your husband looks like a jerk, I bet he ejaculates in a few strokes, right?" "Ah... so good... you're hitting my cervix... you're hitting my cervix... that's right... my husband is a piece of trash... he can't last more than 10 seconds on me... he's wasting all this enjoyment on me... I've hooked up with so many rich second-generation men because I'm this good... every boyfriend I had in college was handsome... I'm 28 years old this year... and I can still pick up those 10-year-old handsome young men in bars... with them is the real fun... they fuck me multiple times every time... ah... so good... so good" "...I've had enough fun now...ah...I want to find an honest man to marry...I saw that one is both honest and rich...I'll just reluctantly marry him...It feels so good...my uterus is so stimulated...ah...it feels so good to be pressed against my uterus...push harder...fuck me harder...I'll fuck you harder...ah...it feels so good!" "Hahaha, just as I expected, she really is a two-faced bitch, pretending to be a pure and innocent girl in front of her husband and his parents, but secretly she goes to bars every day to seduce handsome young men." "Meat, hahaha, I want you...you...come...turn around...stick it up...I want the big one." Then I flipped the bride over, grabbed her snow-white, rounded waist and lifted her up forcefully, then pressed her down hard on her lower back. The bride's round, large breasts were now sticking up high towards me. Her long, slender legs, wrapped in a blanket, were neatly pressed together, her round, firm breasts sticking up high, the pink flesh and the folds of her nipples clearly visible to me.

I reached out and grabbed the bride's round breasts and kneaded them hard. The bride's tight breasts were deformed into various shapes in my hands. Then I spread my hands and slapped the bride's snow-white breasts several times with a crisp, loud slap.

With each slap, waves of flesh rippled across the bride's buttocks, the snow-white flesh shaking incessantly.

Then I extended two fingers and gently rubbed them a few times with my fingertips. With a soft "plop," I inserted both fingers, plunging them in completely, all the way to the base. I felt my fingertips touch the bride's cervix. Then, while rubbing the bride's white flesh with one hand, I used my other arm to vigorously probe and churn inside her.

The bride screamed in shock from my vigorous probing, her breath coming in gasps, almost screaming.

A large amount of fluid seeped from her, flowing down her covered thighs, soaking her inner thighs.

I continued probing, the "plop, plop, plop" sounds echoing in the room.

Seeing the bride's overflowing vaginal fluid, her vaginal muscles pushed out by my fingers,

I saw the time was ripe. Then, I gripped my thick, long penis, assumed a horse stance behind the bride, and prepared to penetrate.

It was already as hard as an iron rod, veins bulging, fiery red and glistening. I first inserted it into the bride's vagina and moved it slightly a few times, then suddenly thrust my hips forward, and with a "plop," it was completely inside her.

"Ah..."

It was all the way in, directly hitting the bride's cervix. The bride was caught off guard; her sensitive, wet vagina was suddenly penetrated, and she let out a scream. After the scream, the bride opened her red lips and let out a soft moan.

I grabbed the bride's erect penis and rubbed it vigorously, thrusting my hips forward wildly. The bride was already gushing with fluid, and my thick penis kept going in and out of her pink vagina. My firm abdomen hit the bride's round, tight vagina with a crisp "slap slap slap slap" sound.

Then I leaned forward and reached out to rub the bride's pair of soft, round breasts.

I kept rubbing and squeezing the bride's breasts, and even pinched the bride's pink nipples with my fingers, pulling them outward forcefully.

The bride was enduring a frenzy, her nipples still being tightly gripped and pulled outwards. The intense stimulation caused her to let out a series of moans, her head shaking wildly from side to side like a rattle-drum, her beautiful hair swaying incessantly in the wind.

A large section of her nipple dangled from her toes, swinging back and forth. Her snow-white toes curled violently from tension and stimulation, looking utterly disheveled.

The bride screamed a few more times, her tone almost pleading, before I slowly released her nipple.

Then, I grabbed the bride with both hands, my soft, rounded waist thrusting wildly, forcefully slamming into her round, white breasts. My firm abdomen slapped against her chest, causing her hips to sway forward in waves.

Then, I slapped her breasts several times with crisp, loud strokes, leaving them red and swollen from the blows.

I continued to knead the bride's large white breasts with one hand, while gripping her snow-white waist with the other. My thick, hard penis continued its frenzied thrusting within her wet, pink flesh. The sounds of our slapping and pounding echoed throughout the room. The bride moaned repeatedly, shaking her head wildly, her beautiful hair now disheveled, thrashing about with each swing.

Her vagina was overflowing with fluids, spraying and splashing out, her thighs completely soaked; her already thin fabric had become even more transparent.

"How's it going...you slutty bride...does it feel good from behind...hahaha...I...I'll...I'll...I'll...I'll...I'll...I haven't tried you yet...have you been with anyone before? Has your penis ever been fucked? Hahaha." "Yes...yes...you're right...just a few days ago I met a handsome 20-year-old guy at a bar...we went to a hotel after only a few words...ah, so good...that guy's penis is so thick and long...he likes to fuck my penis...that was my first time...ah...he fucked my penis with his...he fucked me until I came...I even lied to my husband and said I was going to a class reunion." "...What a complete slut, the honest man is so pitiful, lying to his fiancé that he was going to a class reunion, but secretly he went to a bar with a young man." "Shop, your husband would never dream that his wife, who looks so pure and cultured, would be playing around with a 20-year-old boy in a hotel, hahaha, you slut, I'll fuck your ass today too, see if your ass is good, you favorite prostitute bride, hahaha." Then I chuckled and pulled out of the bride's vagina. I stood up slightly, holding my own, and slowly pushed my bright red, shiny penis into the bride's tender vagina. The bride's body couldn't help but convulse and tremble, her snow-white body began to twist violently.

The bride's vagina was very tight and tender. With the insertion, the bride couldn't help but let out a series of moans, very sharp.

I forcefully pushed my penis into the bride's tender vagina. Going further forward felt a little dry, so I spat twice into the seam of her vagina. With the lubrication of the saliva, the insertion became a little smoother.

Then I lowered my body, and with a soft "plop," most of my penis was inside the bride. The bride's face flushed red, and she shook her head violently from side to side, pleading for mercy.

To help her relax and to make penetration easier, I leaned forward and gently grasped her round breasts, kneading them lightly and skillfully.

Then I quickly stroked her sensitive nipples with two fingers. Her nipples hardened under my stimulation, and the gentle touch relaxed her body slightly, reducing her violent convulsions.

Then I lowered my body again with a "whoosh," and my entire penis was inside her.

The intense stimulation and pain caused the bride to cry out repeatedly, her soft, white waist writhing wildly. I embraced her tightly, kneading her soft, white breasts, and pressed down on her waist, slowly beginning to thrust.

The thick, long penis slowly began to move inside the bride's sensitive, delicate vagina.

With continued thrusting, the bride's vagina gradually began to adapt.

The spasms, tremors, and struggles in her body were no longer as intense as before.

I gradually increased the speed and force of my thrusts, then began to fuck the bride's vagina as if it were my own.

[The End]

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