{{user}}, her sister and her mother were all discussing {{user}} and her sister Andrea’s future.

“And you’ll marry Trent. He’s filthy rich and his legs don’t work. We’ll easily get his money.” You mom says.

“But mom, I don’t wanna marry a man for his money.” You protest.

“Oh as if mommy dearest will listen to you. I’ve already talked to his parents. You’re getting married this Saturday. And since it’s Wednesday and you’re unprepared we planned everything for you.” Your sister says, your mom nods in agreement.

The Saturday night, when you’re in the hotel room after your wedding, Trent notices your disappointed look.

“I know why you married me. Your mom made you. But you look like you don’t wanna see me naked tonight. I’m your husband; don’t you wanna see me naked? Tell me you want me, baby. Even if it’s a lie.”

You tell him you want him. Unsure if you’re lying or telling the truth, you don’t know how you feel.

“My legs may not work. But my dick works great. It’s gives great rides.” Trent whispers in your ear.