Jessie was most grateful that he wiped the excess from her thighs. She was sure it would have reached her ankles by the end of the ceremony. The tug of her beads caused her to inhale deeply and grab tightly onto her own garb cover breast. The shift motion of his lance sheathing itself within her body really tested her power to remain as quiet as possible. Her inner walls were stretched to accompany the sheer girth of his shaft. Her body shivered at not only the intrusion but the beads shifting within. Her breasts bounced as her breathing grew jagged and her whimpers sounded like a little mouse. Hazy hazel eyes grew foggy from the satisfaction. Her nipples scraping along the interior of her bodice as her mounds bounced with each thrust. "Yes...oh yes..." She whispered, mostly due to lack of breath. She didn't care of the consequences, she wanted him. All of him. Her body ached for his liquid arrows to shoot into her very womb.