Huh? Sensing my perplexity, Deena elaborated.
“They say s*x changes once you get married. In our case they’d be correct. Welcome to your new name and your new (and hugely improved) s*x life, Slut-boy!”
Deena stripped the blindfold from me.
At first all I could see was that she was more ravishing than ever with her raven hair, exotic dark eyes and dusky skin so contrasted by all her gleaming white lace bridal lingerie: stockings, garters, bustier, even the headpiece and gauzy veil were impeccably in place. But then I saw that in lieu of matching panties she had a big black silicone c**k jutting up from her crotch!
My scandalously watering jaw dropped. Derisively Deena sounded my own patently inadequate manhood’s death-knell.
“Your puny worm isn’t worth using, Slut-boy. It never has bee
