Recreating Our Wedding Day

In a matter of seconds I put myself on my knees between his legs, shoving his cock between my tits as I bounced and squeezed them together, feeling his thick, tantalizing veins thrust between my tits, throbbing teasingly as I felt my husband getting closer and closer to orgasm.

“Please Daddy~! Please cum for me~! Unload on my face and titties~! Make me remember our wedding day all over again~! Give me your warm load and make me the happiest little Whore on the island~!” I beg, though I was not expecting a verbal response. After a marathon fuck like this Daddy was rarely ever able to speak afterwards.

Instead all I got from him was deep, primal, and guttural moans instead. His clenched fists digging into the dirt below us, his closed eyes and biting his lip. That was all I needed… no that was all I craved! Daddy’s pleasure to the point where he couldn’t speak? It meant I did a good job as a wife!

And when that final moan left his lips I knew I had to prepare. I pushed my face forward and squeezed my tits hard around his cock as I felt the eruption growing close now, his cock twitching instead of throbbing, moaning instead of growling, and then finally, all at once, I got what I craved.

“FUCK~!” He moaned as he pulled his cock out from between my tits and started stroking himself.

His load, thick, juicy, and warm coated my face and tits. The final commandment of a doting wife, to worship the seed of her husband just the same as she would his cock. His cum was his gift to her, and it deserved to be loved and cared for, as it was once a part of him.

“Thank you Daddy~” I moaned in a breathy whisper as I bathed myself in his cum like the good wife I wanted to be. “Thank you for letting me feel your cum on my skin~ Taste it in my mouth and fill my throat~ I love you so much Daddy~” I moan again as I start to massage my tits in front of him now, rubbing his cum along my tits like a lotion to bathe myself in it.

“Of course, my Whore.” He moans as he moves down and kisses me, passionate, as our tongues met and danced like young lovers between us before he pulls away. “Why don’t we refill with some water and Lotus and then come back for another round?” He says, grabbing my hand and helping me rise to my feet, and I giggle once again.

“Of course, Daddy. I would love nothing more.” With that I hold his hand and we walk back into the forrest towards our village, naked as the day we were born, my only covering being the cum that coated my face. I was happy, in love, and finally at peace. This is my home. Forever.