[SFW] The mind is sharp, body less so.

Martin felt the **** mist evaporate from his mind in a second as he saw Anna in her dessous front of him. His jaw dropped for a second, but he managed to regain his composure and rushed forward for a kiss. It was a bit sloppy at this point as his body - in contrast - didn't have an ability to instantly shed the alcohols influence at the sight of a half-naked goddess.

His hands explored the back of the bride, slowly lowering further and further until they reached her firm ass. He gave them a good squeeze generating a yielp of complaint. Her buns were so firm and juicy though that he couldn't help himself from giving them another one before grabbing them strongly and lifting his wife up.

Both of them did not seem to mind that their witnesses were still in a room. It was a tradition that the more experienced couple was there to help out with any questions a new and still innocent couple might have. Obviously in reality there were now multiple ways for a young couple to learn what they needed before the first night, but the tradition stayed. There was of course another more ugly reason. The witnesses were there to ensure the union was consummated, and that the wife was a virgin.

Martin carrying his wife towards the bed would not stop kissing her and stumbled on the carpet. Luckily he regained his balance at last second and did not fall with all his weight on Anna, it did elicit a snicker from the other couple in the room. With that small hitch husband did manage to reach the bed, still holding his wife in his arms by her ass. Wife for her part threw herself on the bed and started giggling. Although she drank much less she was still lulled and in a good mood.

Her hands run around her body and she massaged her breasts, palming her nipples who were standing at the attention now. She took a second to admire the naked man standing before her.

At 34 his body was hard as steel and muscular, his face sported a thick black beards, neatly trimmed, while his long black and white hair were gathered behind his back with a titanium hair pin. Few marks could be found on his chest and belly, witnesses to the dangers of the expeditions into the wild lands. Scars did not making him ugly though, if anything they made her desire him even more, he was embodiment of the adventure novels she has read with red cheeks as a young woman. Where strong handsome man would rescue princesses, protect them from dangers and give them a happy ever after. Martin seemed like a living embodiment of those heroic tales.

She took a deep breath that raised her chest and prepared herself, waiting for him to unclasp her garters, take of her panties and ravish her ...

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