"I think we need to stop."
"No way. You are mistaken. Describe to me how it feels," Drake urged.
"It feels… I don't know how to describe it!"
"Try… Is it prickling pain, throbbing, stinging…" Drake inquired.
Arla thought hard about how to best describe it, she didn't want to ruin their wedding night but she felt discomfort down there. "It's like it is swollen inside but itchy at the same time," she said.
Drake laughed out loud, he didn't want to laugh but he couldn't help it.
"What? Why are you laughing? What does it mean? I think I should call Rylie," Arla gently pushed Drake but he grabbed her arms and pinned it over her head.
"And what will you say? Will you tell Rylie that you are horny and your pussy is longing for my cock to penetrate it?" Drake asked bawdily.
Arla's eyes widened in astonishment, not only for the words that her husband used but also because of what he made her realize.
