Fritz naked was more imposing than Fritz clothed. More arousing than Fritz with pants and shirt. His tanned body was clothed only in its dark hair. Every sinewy muscle shone in the candlelight, hefty and powerful. The sac between his thighs hung loose and swayed as his p***s swayed above it looking powerful. With his erection growing larger with each step he took toward his blemished bride, by the time he reached her opened groin he was ready for the first thrust.
So large, the first jolt hurt until she got used to the fullness within and opened wider to accommodate his assault. He tore at her savagely, having mounted her body with an animal rage in his eyes. Sprung from his celibacy with a startling verve he took her into him, submerged with her. His erection moved inside her wildly and
