Hours had blurred into an endless haze of ecstasy in the rose-scented bridal suite. Flora's golden gown was ruined—bunched, torn in places, soaked with sweat and cum. Aiden had taken her in every position imaginable, his massive cock driving into her relentlessly, making her squirt and scream until her voice was hoarse.
Her body trembled through her twentieth orgasm, walls clenching weakly around him as he flooded her womb one final time. Hot ropes of seed spilled deep inside, overflowing and dripping down her thighs.
"Ahh... husband... no more... I can't..." Flora whimpered, eyes fluttering shut. Her golden hair stuck to her sweat-drenched face, body going limp on the petal-strewn bed. Exhaustion claimed her fully; she fainted with a soft sigh, slipping into deep, satisfied sleep, a faint smile on her lips.
Aiden pulled out slowly, his cock still hard and glistening with her juices, veins pulsing with incubus stamina. He breathed heavily, golden eyes scanning the room.
