"Oooooooooohhhhh!" the girl moaned. In the mirror, as she rolled her head from side to side in anticipation, she looked incredibly wanton, her legs splayed wide, her naked ass-cheeks trembling as the hot rubbery head of Bob's penis began to tease its way through the soft curly hairs that fringed her tight cuntal furrow. She could see her wetly throbbing pussy opening and closing in anticipation. Wrenching her gaze away from the lewd spectacle reflected in the silvered glass, she looked down her naked body, through the upthrust proud mounds of her breasts, and all she could seem to fix her excited gaze on was the immense pulsating penis teasing the portals of her most secret flesh, and the heavy, semen laden balls. She gasped, "Bob! You're so big! Don't hurt me!"

"Babe, it always hurts a little the first time," he said with a lewd grin as he poised himself in a push-up position above her quivering body. "But don't worry – you're built for fucking! You'll know that when you get a cunt full of cock! Now, take my prick in your hand and help me get it in!"

Oh God! the helpless bride thought. She wanted to. Really wanted to… but her husband's vulgar language shocked her and turned her cold. She lay under him without moving, tears forming in her deep eyes. Then she heard him mutter a curse and felt his hand taking her own, guiding it down to the thick-veined shaft of his male flesh and wrapping her nervous fingers around it's throbbing warmness. Clamping her hand there, he began to move slowly, so she felt the fleshy foreskin rolling back and forth over the bulbous head. She could feel the excited beat of his heart pulsing through the rigid spear and sensed Bob would not wait much longer – he would impale her savagely if she didn't help him!