My first wedding.

[Ded]

Veronika, It’s a pity, of course, that my husband raises your hand! It’s horrible! I will never understand this, for a man to assault his beloved wife! This is too much and very disgusting! This is absolutely not allowed! As for the guy, he most likely chickened out! And also caused you some unpleasant problems!

[Veronica]

I am sorry, I am going to sleep. Till tomorrow. Bye

[Ded]

Veronika, Sweet dreams! ❤❤❤❤❤❤

[Xenophon]

We men are very trusting. When the avatar shows beautiful female legs, and the lady herself writes about what many men dream about. How can you not fall for it! Veronica may not have graduated from the Institute of Literature, but she definitely knows our primitive psychology. The incredibly depraved the story, the faster the men will fall for it. The more incredibly depraved a lady’s life story is, the more likely most men will want her. A wedding where most of the not very good men of the city of Saratov gathered in one place, without women, because... their participation in the orgy is not indicated. Stories about numerous rapes. Stories about constant fucking with short breaks for drinking. And then there’s studying and hard work to feed the family. In general, it’s a mixture of cliches pulled from the Internet, typical for simple porn stories. Yes, we took the bait. A woman who has a psychological sexual addiction, who doesn’t give a damn about her partners or husbands, who tells wild stories about her mother and who allows, or worse, promotes incest with her own children, turns into a romantic heroine. To whom they almost propose marriage here. Well, that’s the icing on the cake. With this lifestyle, it turns out that Veronica looks 12 years younger than her peers and is also planning to give birth. God have mercy! Where are you, these two blacks? There’s no way we can do it without you.

[Ded]

Ksenofont, I love her and I love everything about her! I want every man to have a wife like this!

[Sex coot]

I’ll warn you right away: I didn’t study at the Faculty of Journalism, and I’m not a member of the Writers’ Union. So don’t judge harshly. There’s no need to talk about Kashchenko, so you can write all the masters of erotic literature there.
Why did you decide to write? One of my good friends from the site asked.
So the story is about how the wedding evening went after the solemn registration of the marriage. This is a story, of course almost all made up, but based on real facts that came to me.
Everything was ready for the wedding: rings, of course a dress for the bride, a room was booked in a cafe nearby. The dress was magnificent - not long, just above the knees, see-through. There was no veil (what a veil, if it had happened before and it pleased more than one, and in all the holes. The groom probably guessed about my past, a small town, although it was weird in the regional center. ).
Registration was completed and we arrived at the cafe. Toastmaster, etc. as usual.
I can’t drink, especially fortified drinks, I’m going crazy. Therefore, I’m content with something dry. (This is actually true).
The ceremonial part was over, gifts were collected, we ate and drank. The older part of the guests left. The champagne went to my head. I asked my husband, what if I take off my underwear, it’s too hot?
He happily agreed.
Running into the toilet, she took off her hated bra and panties. I looked in the mirror and it was great. The nipples are visible, the dark triangle of hair is also noticeable.
She returned to the guests. Here comes the bride. I twirled in front of the audience, everyone was delighted.
My husband immediately said in his ear, “I want you.” Right now.
Wait, she answered, we have the whole night ahead.
We sat down at the tables again, toasted, drank, and had a snack. I quickly became tipsy (later I found out that they added vodka to my wine). Dancing.
The witness invited me. A slow dance. The alcohol was starting to take effect. That’s why she didn’t immediately remove his hand from her butt.
They were still drinking and dancing. Slow dance again. I danced with my husband’s friend. I felt his hand on my bare bottom, under my dress. Nice, I’ll continue dancing. I noticed the happy faces of those present. I realized that my partner, putting his hand on his butt, lifted the hem of his dress, so that she was dancing dressed only to the waist from above.
I liked it, especially since the new husband also smiled and showed his thumb.
I I clung even closer to my partner.
At the next dance, this time with my husband, he lifted my dress with his hands, hugging me behind my back, that is, I was practically naked, only my breasts were covered.
I I stopped, the alcohol took effect. And she completely took off her dress. I hugged my husband and we continued dancing. Nobody danced anymore except me. I was in great demand. The partners put their hands between my legs, kneading my breasts.
One took his hand out of me, he already stroked my lips, shouted, and the bride was already wet.
They put me on the floor, someone had already laid out the tablecloth .
I no longer cared where I was or whose wedding it was. I just wanted to feel the dick inside me. Someone had already parted my legs, bent at the knees, and I felt my labia parting, letting in a member. Others squeezed my breasts.
My husband kissed me on the lips and eyes. You are great, Nika. The witness, and it was him, continued to fuck me. I finished and became aroused again. Then they put me on my knees. They fucked doggy style, I didn’t see who, and I didn’t see whose dick I was sucking. They changed like in a kaleidoscope, now fat, now big, now small. I swallowed something, if they came in me, I spat something out, someone came on my face. The rear ones were also changed. The butt has already started moving. I collapsed in exhaustion. How many did you accept? I still don’t know
My husband picked me up and dragged me into the shower room for the cafe workers. He washed me.
Well, how do you like my wedding gift? Liked? If you want, they will continue.
Take me home. I took it. On Monday I wrote a divorce petition.
A month later I was divorced. The son was given his father’s middle name, Alekseevich, with a dash in the father column.
Such was the long family life.
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