Breaks a twig

Smith moved without even knowing he moved and unfortunately his boot snapped a twig. Juliet gasped as she turned around with a clop and looked onto Smith. She looked at him and felt no demonic aura. No corruption of any kind and smiled as her massive E-cup bosom lowered with a sigh.

Walking over to him she said with an out stretched hand, "Do you wish to sing with me?"

Smith nodded as he took her hand and was pulled into her rapture. Their lips met as the moon seemed to shine brighter. Breaths were exchanged and saliva switched mouths like two breaking damns. The fabric on her lower front under her belly button began to become sticky with juices of lust.

Moaning Juliet said looking at Smith with love and lust, "Please, let us please each other. And may my screams be a song."

Pulling at the fabric and throwing it to the ground to be sullied by the dirt Smith moved his hand to her pussy. Wrapping it with his hand he began to massage the outside listening to Juliet's moans. His lips touched her hot nape as he tried to cool it with his mouth. But, his nibbles only made her hotter as her bosom heaved with her gasps. The pillowly flesh pressed into his chest as her arms pulled his head to them. He felt her chin rest on his head in his hair as the kasket fell off his head. Whimpering in his mane Juliet moaned as she felt her folds be penetrated by his clumsy virgin fingers.

From there on, Juliet recognized Smith as her husband.