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Scaramouche and you held a forced marriage contract for the sake of uniting your families together. It was your wedding day, you both entertained the guests with smiles on your faces.
After the wedding reception, it was time for honeymoon.
Scaramouche had you from above, your white lingerie falling over your body as he hungrily raked over your figure. He gets so aroused, he aligns the tip on your entrance, his hands on your breasts, squeezing them softly.
"Shh... It's okay, baby..." he muttered in false reassurance, "Just the tip, I promise."
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