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Getting married the first time was not okay for me at a certain time. As time went by, I thought it wasn't so bad. Here I am, about to get married again. This time our son is going to be holding the rings. Trixie baby girl is going to be a flower girl. Just a week ago Massimo insisted he wanted to get married.
Married for the second time. This time I want it. It's going to mean something to me. It's not an arranged marriage. This time we're getting married because I agreed to it. The location we're getting married at is New York. Massimo home where he grew up. His backyard. "Marzila," what is he doing here? He's supposed to be at his house. Turning to look at him, "Massimo what are you doing here?" I asked. Closing up my robe some more. I had the window open, enjoying the moon and stars.
He was supposed to be at his house. Right now he's at my home that I grew up in. "Well, I wanted to see the love of my life. And," he forwarded my body to him, leaning towards my ear, "I couldn't stop thinking about you. What we did yesterday, the day before, and before, so on, so on." Leaning back so he could look at me.
Slowly wrapping my hands around his neck, "flatter really." I leaned so he could hear me, "show me what you were thinking." I backed up, sitting on the brick where the window spot was open. "Go on, my little escorpión, show me." I teased. Tracing my lips with my tongue.
Translation: scorpion
"Give me a show, before you do." I added quickly. It's two in the morning. In eight hours we're getting married. He tsked, "naugty, little one. How does it feel to be in charge right now?" Taking his shoes off first, then he starts to unbuckle his belt. "Good. I see why you enjoy it so much. Why do you ask, baby?" Slowly his suit pants fall, then down go his briefs.
"That will be the last time you ever demand a thing like that. I know how much it turns you the fuck on when I give out the orders. Take. Off. Your. Robe." One by one a button was released from his shirt dress. Standing on my feets, tracing the bottom of my teeth with my tongue, letting him see, since my mouth was open a little.
Underneath this robe was some literally nothing. Bare as a baby. The robe was silky black, with diamonds that outlined the tits. The room silent, "escorpión, I haven't done anything and your dick is already hard." I announced, slowly peeling apart, so my skin showed.
"Leopardo, you don't even have to do anything to get me on. You are the reason why I'm hard. The beaty, my lovely bride, you are so fucking beateful. Chi la pensa diversamente è fottutamente stronzi; chi chiaramente non riesce a vedere bene."
