Marco and Joanie, Finale

It was fall now. You and Marco were getting married at the property in California. Sam showed up. Carrie showed up. Jezebel showed up. Marco's parents were there. But that was it. It was a small wedding that wouldn't even make the papers, and you'd have it no other way. You didn't need a big footprint in this world anymore. Your foot just had to fit inside Marco's print.

After the ceremony, Marco carried you across the threshold. You had goosebumps as he kissed you, his tongue dancing with yours. He squeezed your ass as he settled you into bed.

You both wanted it missionary the first time. It was vanilla, sure, but you wanted him over you, breathing in his musk, surrendering to him as his long, powerful cock buried inside you again. It was your last night of the uncertainty, of the doubt, of the fear. It was your first night as a wife. You both came at the same time, watery ropes of cum dribbling down your belly, your ass full of his potent seed.