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ding arrived like a st

all windows of the luxury hotel

d my curves tightly clinging to my full breasts, flowing over my soft belly, and accentuating my wide hips and thick thighs.

, I felt l

creating deep cleavage. The silky material flowed over my round ass and thick thighs. I looked sensual. Feminine. But the voice in my head w

e door pulled me o

small bouquet. Her sassy ener

stunning. Those curves are serving. Damien is going to

irror. "You think so? I feel like I'm p

aps on my dress. "I know so. But tell me the truth. How a

ou're marrying the man you've been secre

sat heavy in my chest. I wanted to tell

aid instead. "Ne

ers lined the aisle. Elegant chairs were filled with important guests. My heart p

s locked on me the moment I appeared. They darkened with hunger as they traveled slowly o

en's

ft belly, wide hips. She was nothing like the thin women I used to chase. She was real. Soft. Mine. The contr

y voice was steady

s count on. You saw me at my worst and never turned away. Today, I promise to protect you, to cherish y

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rs stung my eyes. I took a sha

ugh every storm and every late night. Today, I promise to stand beside you, to su

id onto my finger like a seal on my f

kiss th

and possessive. His other hand rested on my soft waist, pulling my curvy body against him. The guests clapp

en's

sts, her plush hips. She tasted sweet. Real. For the first time in years, the

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eft my waist or hip. He introduced me as his wife to everyone. His eyes never left me for long. But every time I saw a

amien's hand never left my thigh. When we stepped inside, rose petals were scatte

is hands settled on my wide hips. "Every man there was jealous. And I couldn't stop thinking about

dy squeezing my soft belly, gripping my thick thighs, cupping my

nternal voice whispered: This is tem

is eyes burned into mine. "You

ugh me. I wanted to believe

n the nightstand. A message from one of his slut flashed on the screen. And