Bridal gloves tease slow entry on wedding bed

On her wedding night, after the ceremony's rush, she slipped into bed still wearing those elegant bridal gauntlets, her body bare and aching for him. The anticipation had built all evening—stolen glances, whispered promises—now she spread her legs wide, inviting him closer, her small breasts rising with each shallow breath as she begged softly for what came next. He positioned himself above her in missionary, the tip of his cock pressing against her slick folds before sliding in slow, inch by inch, her gloved fingers gripping the sheets as she gasped, eyes fluttering shut. She clenched around him, the heat building deliberately, her whimpers growing as she murmured her plea to finish on her tits and rub it in deep.