The wedding night took place in a discreet motel on the outskirts of the city. Lewis had reserved the presidential suite — the best the motel had to offer, though it was still far from the luxury he could actually provide. Isabella didn’t complain. For her, it was all fine.As soon as the door closed, the atmosphere changed.Lewis locked the door with a sharp click. Isabella turned to him, still wearing her wedding dress, biting her lower lip. He looked her up and down like a predator.“Take off the dress,” he ordered, his voice low and husky.Isabella felt her heart race. It was the first time he had spoken to her in such an authoritative tone. She obeyed, trembling slightly. She unzipped the side and let the dress fall to her feet, revealing a delicate white lace lingerie set she had bought especially for that night. The push-up bra enhanced her medium, firm breasts, and the thong barely covered her shaved pussy.Lewis let out a low growl of approval.“Fuck… look at you. So beautifu
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