On their wedding night, the groom, Aniket, couldn’t contain his anticipation as he undressed his new bride, Aarti, in their opulent honeymoon suite. The scent of jasmine and sandalwood filled the air, mingling with the sweet aroma of their union. As he gently parted her legs, the soft candlelight revealed a sight that took his breath away – her pussy was glistening with wetness, a silent testament to her arousal. Her petals were swollen and inviting, hinting at the warm, slick paradise within. Aniket’s cock twitched with excitement as he gazed upon her beauty, feeling the weight of tradition and passion intertwine. He knew this night would be one of exploration and pleasure, as he sought to claim her in the most sacred of ways. He leaned in, his breath hot against her skin, and whispered, “I will make you mine, my love,” before delving into the sweet mystery that lay before him.
