Mirah was absolutely delicious.
Giving her a further test of my premium dick led to moans and scenes that could never leave my mind.
As someone who had just lost her virginity, Mirah was still shy and embarrassed about the ways of sex, but she was matured and quickly got over her hesitations.
A pleasing thing was that she trusted me.
Mirah giving up her profession to marry me was not a sign of trust, but rather of her kind-heartedness, something which I had exploited.
'Perhaps she knew that'
Marriage was a bold step, and Mirah had taken it, surrendering to its requirements, ready to offer the services of her temple in any way I pleased.
Watching her fat ass, layering kisses on her buttocks, I had wanted to split her ass cheeks and drill my dick into her backdoor.
Imagining how she would cry from the pain, then moan from the pleasure, had sent my blood boiling, but I controlled myself, barely.
There was time, no need to eat my cake in a single bite.
