Growing up, I expected my wedding night to involve white gown, classic lingerie and a nervous bride undressing, excited, yet hesitant about her deflowering. I just never expected this. I never imagined that I’d be the one in the pretty lingerie, in the white dress, nervously taking off that dress staring at my new wife, standing in front of me, a thick black strap on dildo strapped around her waist. I never thought that I’d be playing the role of the bride and that my new wife would play the role of the groom. I never imagined my mother in law being in the same hotel, let alone sitting in the corner of the room, eager to see her daughter deflower the sissy bride. Funny, I always pictured my wife wearing a corset and stockings, never imagining that I would have spent the morning being dressed by my mother in law to be, carefully helped into the stockings and heels. Of course, that all changed when I got engaged to Sara. I suppose I should have seen the hints, the power her mother yielded, the budding dominance my fiancée exercised over me after we got engaged. But how was I supposed to imagine it would lead to this? How was I to ever think that my wife would be slowly lowering my dress, laying my back on the bed, spreading my legs, and consummate our marriage by entering me with that black dildo, while her mother nods in appreciation as I lost my virginity on this most special of special nights.
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