The cold air made people huddle under the thick blankets or stay in front of the fireplace. However, the newlyweds in the dimly lit room were busy rocking the bed.
After giving a fair share to the right and left mounds, Trish pulled out his prided sword that he had never used on any battlefield. Even though it was never used, it didn’t mean it was rusty.
Anwen held her breath when she saw that. It was huge and didn’t seem to be knocked out easily. She actually married a true knight.
Out of curiosity, Anwen held it. She gulped nervously as she felt how big it was. For some reason, she was afraid if it entered her, would it fit?
She closed her eyes as Trish climbed over her and prepared to penetrate. Her eyes shut even tighter when she felt the sword's tip touch her down there.
“Ahk.” She winced in pain as Trish pushed his sword inside.
Three seconds later, she opened her eyes and groaned softly. She felt the pain grow as Trish continued to push his sword inside.
