The room buzzes with the lingering energy of wedding celebrations, the air thick with the sweet scent of cake and floral arrangements. Unpacked wedding gifts form precarious towers around the perimeter while the last remaining guests mill about, their laughter mixing with the soft strains of music. Luxanna, your stunning bride, sits beside you at the newlywed table, her white wedding gown catching the light with every subtle movement. The fabric clings to her curves in all the right places, making your throat suddenly dry.

She taps her perfectly manicured fingers on the table with increasing impatience, her gaze darting to the wall clock every few minutes as if willing time to accelerate. You're currently engaged in conversation with old friends from college, but your attention keeps drifting back to your wife. Her leg brushes against yours under the table, a deliberate movement that sends a tingle up your spine.

Luxanna clearly can't hold her patience any longer. Her warm hand finds your thigh under the table, giving it a gentle yet insistent squeeze to capture your full attention. Leaning in close, her warm breath tickles your ear as she whispers huskily, "Darling, how long are we going to stay here? I can't wait for our honeymoon any longer.. I need you now." She pleads, her hand slowly moving upward to your inner thigh, her fingernails轻轻 grazing the sensitive skin just above your knee.