“I think it’s time for a certain little flower to be permanently welcomed into the world of being f****d, dear Pris. Let’s put you on your back since from the feel of your hymen pushing through it may take some force.”
She nodded, all of a sudden some of her bravado fading a bit at the immediate prospect of her blood being drawn in that very delicate place. When the new bride was laying back on the fluffy bath sheet, she motioned for her husband to wait a moment. Then she held his gaze while reaching up to undo two small clips that held her white-gold hair into the French braids that were her customary way to manage the very fine straight hair she had inherited from her Mother. Jase watched appreciatively as Priscilla seemed to enjoy preening a bit, letting him enjoy watching her breasts
