You thought our honeymoon would be romantic? Think again, beta. Look at me in my stunning white bridal outfit, sheer nylons hugging my powerful legs—your dream wife turned nightmare Goddess. On our wedding night, I reveal the truth: you're no husband. You're my little strap-on bitch.
I strap on my thick cock, make you drop to your knees, and fuck those lips around it—suck it like the inferior loser you are, gagging while I laugh sweetly in your ear. "Good boy, this is your role now." Then I bend you over, lube dripping down your pathetic ass, and pound you deep—slow at first, teasing your prostate until you're whimpering, begging for more. "Please, Goddess, fuck me harder!"
By the end, you're ruined, leaking pre-cum, addicted to my control. I whisper, "This is our marriage forever—suck my cock, get fucked daily, and worship your superior wife. Divorce? Ha, you'd beg to stay my bitch."