Without waiting for her to respond, and with his cock still thrust into the cup of her hand, he pulled her white bridal nightgown over her head, exposing the lush pink-tipped mounds of her proud young breasts to his obscene gaze.

"Damn!" he muttered and let the nightgown fall carelessly to the carpeted floor, still fastening his gaze on her goose-bumped little nipples.

After taking off his shirt and kicking his pants | to the side, Thompson began a slow grinding motion with his pelvis against her defenselessly upturned loins, rubbing the lust-swollen cock-tip against the warm moistened lips of her aroused cunt. The turgidly throbbing head traced a tantalizing path of sensation up and down her hair-lined pussy slit, probing at it until the moist layers of cuntal flesh parted and the sensitive under-ridge of his fleshy rod fit snug within her heated vaginal furrow.

"Damn, you sure feel good," he murmured as he continued to grind slowly and steadily against her pinned-down pussy. He slid his penis up and down her vaginal crevice, fomenting a warm glowing sensation that tingled salaciously from the tip of her quivering, little clitoris down through her swollen cuntal lips and into her dilating vaginal passage.

As the strangely exciting pleasure continued to mount from her young bridegroom's erotic probings at her moist vaginal slit, Becky began to rationalize away the need to struggle against him. Yesssss, she thought dimly, it feels toooo gooood, too delicious to even think of resistance… Becky could feel the ecstatic sensations destroying the fortress-like structure of her ingrained prudishness, thrusting her into a deep pervasive sensuality that now embraced every quivering inch of her naked young body. No… she didn't understand why it should suddenly happen to her – perhaps a result of those long months of patient waiting before they got married, but now she was too turned-on to resist anything that he wanted to do to her.