Don’t pretend you married me for love,” she challenged. xxvideo “Kindness not animal passion,” I kneaded her left mound, “Love.”
The door shut behind my friends as I stripped off my shirt and breeches and returned to kiss her belly and her mound. “Desist!” I bellowed, the word we had devised to initiate our invasion. “Kiss on the cheek at the altar is about it,” I admitted, “I’m doing my damnedest to be faithful but there are limits.”
It was a sad affair, her father with oodles of moolah wanted a title for his daughter and I due to inherit father’s title, and our family in dire need of cash. He moved her bodily upon the bed and spread her legs wide.
