Chapter Four
Honeymoon Horror
I love breasts. I absolutely love them! In fact, it would be fair to say that I’m addicted to them. I love nothing more than to have them crushed into my face, ground all about, rubbed back and forth and even briskly slapping my cheeks, as they dangle above me in their most delectable configuration. And then to finally be allowed to latch onto one and suckle it to my heart’s delight! What could possibly be better (besides titty f*****g, that is!)? To feel and fondle, caress and squeeze, press and knead that amazingly taut and yet succulently supple fatty yet firm flesh…is it any wonder that I desperately love my brand new wife despite the fact that I haven’t even gotten close to getting into her pants yet?
To start with, she’s absolutely gorgeous. Over six
