The day had been long and tiring for my husband and me. We had just returned from our wedding ceremony and were exhausted from the festivities. As we made our way back to our room, my husband, unable to contain his desire, decided to take me right there in the pristine bathroom. The cool marble floor beneath me, the warm water from the shower cascading down on us, and the intoxicating scent of our wedding perfume filled the air. He whispered dirty things into my ear, his breath hot against my skin. His hands roamed freely, exploring every inch of my body. I could feel his hardness against me, aching to be inside me. He lifted me up, my body bent over the edge of the bathtub, and entered me. The sensation was intense, the water making every touch even more electrifying. We continued our passionate encounter, lost in our own world, oblivious to the outside. This was our wedding night, and we were ready to start our married life together in the most intimate way possible.
