As the wedding dress hits the floor, she pushes him onto the bed, straddling him with a wicked grin. 'Tonight, I'm in control,' she purrs, guiding his hard cock inside her. She rides him slowly at first, then builds speed, her tits bouncing as she takes him deep. He grips her hips, thrusting upward, meeting her rhythm. The room fills with the sounds of their bodies connecting, their ragged breaths, and her whispered commands, 'Fuck me, husband. Make me yours.'