Chapter 202: Towards the Finale 4

    The whirlwind wedding ceremony finally concluded amidst countless congratulatory greetings.

    As night’s dimness shrouded us, Estel’s slightly tense visage greeted my gaze – her cheeks flushed becomingly while arrayed in exquisite bridal finery.

    “…Gulppp…”

    Unable to suppress an instinctive gulp, I found myself utterly transfixed by the vision before me:

    Estel’s radiant beauty suffused with delicate blushes as she reclined gracefully upon the nuptial bedchambers in that alluring gown.

    Not solely owing to her captivating feminine charms, however – my helpless fixation stemmed from the brazen, magnificent decolletage so prominently displayed.

    That opulent, sumptuous bosom effortlessly enraptured my undivided attention.

    ‘Truly…prodigious. Apologies, Cajeros – no possible comparison exists on that particular metric…’

    Keenly anticipating my newfound marital privileges, I extended a trembling hand toward that tantalizing expanse with mingled eagerness and trepidation.

    “Haaahh…”

    Gingerly unfastening Estel’s bodice, she shuddered slightly – her heated gaze brimming with ardent yearning as I slowly divested her of that ornate wrapping.

    Unveiled at last, my eyes feasted upon that magnificent bust’s dazzling splendor:

    An immense yet remarkably taut, gravity-defying pair – their flawless porcelain expanses capped by rosy, already-stiffening peaks blatantly betraying their owner’s arousal.

    Unable to resist the unrestrained yearning consuming me, I abandoned all pretenses of restraint – my hands greedily enveloping those exquisite globes as their supple warmth suffused my senses.

    “Hhnnn…!”

    Estel shivered faintly at my ungentle pawing, prompting momentary reconsideration before swiftly dismissing such concerns.

    Why deny my primal cravings any longer?

    Unable to simply clutch that irresistible softness, I buried my face into its plush magnificence – their indescribably sublime texture overwhelming my every faculty.

    A heavenly cushion transcending mortal comparisons as I greedily suckled those luscious peaks, earning increasingly ragged gasps of bliss from my rapturous bride.

    “Hhaahh…haahhh…L…Lord Santana…does…does this please you…? My…most intimate areas…?”

    Estel’s quavering inquiry emerged between quickening pants as I growled my husky affirmation – my mouth still gluttonously lavishing her chest’s pliant succulence.

    “Mmm…exquisite. I have never before sampled such…decadent ambrosia…”

    Redoubling my voracious indulgence, I enveloped her fully – my roaming hands hastily divesting her nether regions of their flimsy barriers while my molten shaft throbbed relentlessly.

    Finally exposing her glistening intimate heat, I aligned myself and plunged within that exquisite molten furnace without preamble.

    “Hhnnn-nngghhh…!!!”

    Her lewdly sodden sheath clenched urgently around my impaling invasion – white-hot ecstasy overwhelming my frenzied consciousness at that sublime, velvety stranglehold.

    Despite Cajeros’s superior physique, the raw sensations proved nearly indistinguishable – a backhanded testament to her ample charms in that particular arena.

    Yet Estel undeniably edged her rival in one crucial aspect – those magnificent orbs I continued greedily devouring throughout our frantic couplings.

    Perceiving my relentless attentions, Estel beamed rapturously through her escalating exertions:

    “L…Lord Santanaa…! I’m…I’m going to cum agaiinn…! Hhnngghhh-aaaiiieeee…!!!”

    Her husky screams punctuated yet another detonation of scalding feminal raptures drenching my loins as I hammered onward remorselessly.

    Relentless spasms wracked her shapely frame amidst surging orgasmic tsunamis – until I could resist no longer, erupting thunderously within her spasming depths as she collapsed fully spent.

    “Hahh…hahhhh…”

    Estel’s labored panting subsided gradually as the tremors abated – her luscious physique seemingly aglow with post-coital bliss radiating from every quivering curve.

    Cradling her pliant form adoringly, I tenderly caressed those magnificent assets while murmuring ardently:

    “I love you, my lady…my wife…”

    “And…I love you…my husband…”

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