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On their final full day, while walking through a fragrant botanical garden filled with orchids and plumeria, Shanti gave him her most romantic hint yet. She slipped her arm through his and whispered, “Tonight is the one I’ve been dreaming about most, Seth. I saved the beautiful silky white bridal gown for you. We’re going to have a full, slow female worship ritual on our private beach under the moonlight. I want my beautiful bride to devote herself completely to me.”

Seth's breath caught with nervous excitement.

That evening, back at the villa, Shanti took her time dressing him. She started with a luxurious scented bath together. She washed his body reverently, then helped him shave smooth in all the right places. After drying him, she applied a light floral body lotion that made his skin glow.

The dressing ritual was deeply intimate. She slipped delicate white lace panties over his hardening cock, followed by a matching garter belt and sheer white stockings. A beautiful white corset-style bra came next, cinching his waist slightly. Then came the gown itself — layers of silky white fabric that flowed like liquid moonlight, with intricate lace on the bodice and a long, elegant train. She fastened every tiny button down the back with kisses along his spine. Finally, she applied elegant bridal makeup: soft shimmering eyeshadow, rosy blush, and glossy pink lipstick. She placed the long, wavy wig on his head and crowned it with a simple flower tiara.

When Seth looked in the mirror, he was stunned. Shanti stood behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

“My beautiful bride,” she whispered, voice thick with emotion. “You are breathtaking, Seth. I have never wanted you more than I do right now.”

They walked barefoot onto their completely private beach, the moonlight turning the sand silver and the ocean into a gentle, rhythmic lullaby. Shanti had prepared earlier — a large soft blanket, scattered tropical flowers, and chilled champagne.

She lay down first in her own simple white slip dress, then beckoned him. “Come, my lovely bride. Worship your wife tonight. Take your time. I want to feel completely adored.”

Seth began at her feet. He kissed every toe, licked the arches slowly, and sucked gently while massaging her calves. Shanti sighed with deep pleasure. “Seth… your mouth feels so good on my feet. My perfect bride.”

He worked his way up her legs with kisses and long, loving licks, pushing the slip higher. When he reached her inner thighs, he spent many minutes teasing and worshipping the sensitive skin. Finally, he settled between her legs and began an incredibly slow, elaborate session of cunnilingus.

His tongue traced every fold with devotion, circling her clit with feather-light strokes before flattening out for broad, hungry licks. He plunged deep inside her, fucking her with his tongue while his nose rubbed her clit. Shanti’s hands gripped the wig, moaning loudly.

“Oh Seth… my beautiful bride! Your tongue is heavenly. Worship my pussy like the devoted girl you are. Yes… just like that!”

He brought her to the edge repeatedly, backing off to kiss her thighs and belly, then diving back in with renewed passion. He added fingers, curling them perfectly while sucking her clit, making her back arch off the blanket. Shanti came the first time with a long, shuddering cry of his name, flooding his mouth.

But he didn’t stop. He continued gentle licks through her aftershocks, then built her up again. After her second orgasm, Shanti pulled him up for deep kisses, tasting herself on his glossy lips.

“Now it’s my turn to take my beautiful bride,” she whispered.

She gently rolled him onto his back, the white bridal gown spreading around him like a pool of silk and lace. She straddled his face for a while, riding his tongue while praising him. Then she moved lower, taking his cock into her mouth while continuing to grind against his face in a long, luxurious 69 under the stars.

Finally, Shanti lubed him carefully and entered him with her strap-on, making love to him slowly and deeply while he remained fully dressed as her bride. She stroked his cock through the silky layers of the gown as she thrust.

“Seth… my lovely, perfect bride. You feel so good. I love taking you like this. You’re mine completely tonight.”

The combination — the silky fabric, the moonlight, her deep thrusts, and her constant loving words — pushed him over the edge. Shanti followed soon after, grinding against him as she came again.

They stayed connected for a long time afterward, kissing, cuddling, and whispering words of love. Shanti held her beautiful bride close, stroking the white gown and repeating softly, “I love you so much, Seth. Every single side of you.