Randolph clambered onto the bed beneath his bride’s now quite red and throbbing bottom, a state he found even more arousing than that perfect flesh in its pristine ivory condition. He declared, “Time for a certain hungry little cunt to get the f*****g it obviously craves, my love!” And after rubbing his massive prepuce up and down her slit to gather its moisture, he drove it home unceremoniously with a shout of pleasure coincident with a similar expression from the recipient of this attention. He leaned forward to kiss her and proceeded to f**k his lovely bound wife into insensibility over the next half hour. She stopped counting orgasms at a dozen thanks to the auspicious coincidence of his pubic bone and her c******s when all eight inches of his phallus were fully inside her. But at last
