Holy Matrimony, Unholy Moans

"I do," they whisper simultaneously, eyes locked, hearts pounding. The church's chill is no match for the heat between them. She slides her hand up his thigh, he grasps her hip, pulling her close. Their lips meet, tongues dancing, as they ignore the priest's words. His hand slips under her dress, finding her wet, ready. She gasps, clutching his arm, as he fingers her roughly, their bodies swaying in a lewd, silent dance, celebrating their wedding night before the ceremony even ends.

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