Picture a Bengali bride, decked in gold necklace and bangles, fresh from the wedding chaos, dropping to her knees right there on the blue bed sheets scattered with rose petals. She wraps her lips around her husband's cock, sucking slow at first, then gulping it down with wet slurps that echo off the bedroom walls. You ever wonder how a bride handles her first forbidden taste? Her tongue swirls the tip, cheeks hollowing as she bobs, spit trailing down her chin while he grips her long black hair. Flips to missionary next, her white saree hiked up, legs hooked over his shoulders. He thrusts steady, burying every inch into her tight pussy, her hips bucking up to meet him. Sweat beads on their brown skin, the wooden bedframe creaking under the rhythm.
