Song Tian looked at Yan Jiaming, who had changed into her pajamas, and hooked her plump chin, planting a fierce kiss on her small mouth, "I still prefer you in your wedding dress, go change into the wedding dress and stockings!"
Yan Jiaming glared at Song Tian resentfully, thinking that he would leave tomorrow, so she could endure it for one more night.
Yan Jiaming turned around, slipped into the bright red wedding dress from earlier in the day, then Song Tian stripped off her panties and sheathed her in a pair of new flesh-toned stockings.
Even though she had already been fucked once today while dressed like this.
But who wouldn't want to fuck a bride a few more times, especially on a bright red wedding bed?
Song Tian made Yan Jiaming lie on the bed, grabbed her silk-stockinged beautiful feet, rubbing them against his big dick, while his hands gently stroked her legs, then he ripped open the crotch area, and the pink, moist slit amidst her pubes became visible.