K looked utterly wonderful in that dress, and it was almost a shame to take it off her - but it was certainly too full to make her juicy depths easily accessible to my hard cock.
She looked at me engagingly, and then turned her back, so that I could see how the dress was to be removed - by unlacing a criss-cross of corsetry. Standing behind her, I took her in my arms and kissed her neck and the exposed part of her white shoulders. She angled her head and out tongues penetrated each other's eager mouths, just as my hands cradled her breasts through the silk of her bridal gown.
'Are you going to expose my virgin body, then?' she purred, archly. I began to unlace her gown, missing her neck each time one lace slipped from its white eyelet. As it reached the small of her back, the dress opened out like a flower and dropped to the floor. She was naked but for a white thong, white holdups and a pair of exquisite, strappy high-heeled sandals. She turned to face me, her arms crossed her breastys, to protect them from my gaze, and looked demurely downwards. 'I've kept my chastity, my purity, all of these years, and now I'm going to give it up to you ... my husband!'
