Really Married?

While you can think of several questions, the most pressing is probably how.. real this whole marriage is. It takes you a second to formulate the question neutrally, not too opposed (because who knows how she'll take that) and not too eager (which is hard when she is casually bouncing on your cock).

“Yes, duh!" Dharma replies dismissive, tossing her dark head of hair to gesture at the impromptu wedding reception that has sprung up around you. Do they alway bring champagne to these cult meetings, just in case? "At least one of these old ladies works at the register office and the paperwork has probably already been procesessed the moment I shoved your - admittedly decent - cock inside myself."

But aren't you supposed to sign, or have ANY imput?

“Yeah well, turns out the system is largely run on the expectation of 'good faith' from local officials.." Dharma says and sniffs. Even though her tone affects being casual, it is fairly clear that she is pretty knowledgeable on the topic.

Wait so you're really, really married? Not just in this town? Dharma laughs at your disbelieving face and once more pats your cheek in a pretty patroni- no, matronizing way.

“That's what I'm telling you," she says with a small, haughty laugh. Dharma leans forward, putting you face to face while she rolls her pelvis around teasing the head of your cock: "what, you think it wasn't real, just because we didn't say our vows and kissed?"

She smirks, her face nearing even furthes until all your can see is her intense, dark eyes and you can feel her staccato breath on your lips as she continues to deftly tease your cock with her hips.

“Would kissing you make it feel more real?" Dharma says, provocatively.

Maybe it would, but do you have any other questions?