The room was soft with golden lamplight.

Hungryeon lay on the bed, delicate white lace lingerie hugging her curves. The wedding veil cascaded down her back, a soft halo of silk framing her flushed, shy face.

Between her thighs, she held a bouquet of fresh white flowers, the petals brushing gently against her skin.

Her thick rear shifted lightly with every subtle breath, sending a shy, teasing jiggle through the sheets.

She looked up at you with wide, sparkling eyes, cheeks burning pink.

“Happy honeymoon,” she whispered, voice trembling but full of love. Her hands gripped the bouquet softly, as if grounding herself.

“I wanted to do something special for us… something I could hold close, just like I want to hold you.” She gave her hips a soft, nervous sway, the veil fluttering with the movement.

“I’m still a little shy… but I want you to come closer.” You stepped forward, heart pounding.

She parted her legs slightly, the bouquet nestled between her thighs like a secret promise.