Wedding Night (3)

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Darryl never let go of Xhemin's mouth not even when he stood on his feet and carried his wife back to bedroom where their bed was waiting. His arms was around her while her legs was wrapped on his waist.

When Xhemin felt the smooth covers of their bed, she tore her mouth away from his and Darryl groaned with disappointment, thinking he had made her afraid with his unbridled passion. But Xhemin wasn't afraid, she was however in a state of awe and wonder, completely enticed to take off her husband's clothing when she saw him in disheveled clothes—caused by the passion they shared at the bathroom. Darryl's dishevelment was sexy as hell, sending another tingle of arousal through Xhemin's blood.