On This, the Day of Her Wedding

Elizabeth sat behind the vanity, finishing up her makeup. She liked to finish the wedding prep alone, just her and her thoughts. The door opened quietly, and Don Silvio slipped into the room. Elizabeth was wearing only her bridal lingerie, but didn't bother to cover up.

"Don Silvio ... this is my time," Elizabeth said, looking a touch fierce.

"I know, and I apologize. I just wanted you to know that your husband-to-be signed the paperwork yesterday," Silvio said expectantly.

"I am aware, yes Don Silvio," Elizabeth said, curtly.

"And you're aware of the ... additional consideration," Don Silvio reminded her.

"Yes," Elizabeth said stiffly. "But ... it's my wedding day, Don Silvio. Another day, please."

"Today is the day," Silvio said, with finality. Elizabeth sighed. This was part of the price for legitimacy, Jabo had reminded her. A fresh start for him, and for them. She peeled off her bridal lingerie, exposing her alabaster skin, her heavy breasts, her pert round ass, her shaven sex. Silvio licked his lips, eyeing the beauty, a large bulge stiffening in his trousers.

"Absolutely breathtaking," he said. He dropped his trousers and boxers, exposing his thick eight inch prick, with a forest of gray curls at the base.

"Not bad yourself," Elizabeth said, She leaned back on the desk, carefully moving her makeup to the side. "But please hurry, I do have a wedding to get to."