Dark shirt half open, the silver-haired groom kneels beside his trembling bride, fingers brushing her thigh before he grips his cock and strokes slow. His breath hitches as he leans in, whispering something that makes her bite her lip and grip the sheets tight. The air thickens as he pulls her close, his free hand sliding up her dress while his other works himself harder. Her wide eyes lock onto his as he finally pulls away, cock glistening, and nods toward the closed door where the patriarch waits.
