Penelope stood in the dimly lit bridal chamber, her plus-size curves wrapped in the silk gown that had been meant for her sister, facing Colin’s furious glare. “You think replacing Marina with me makes you the victim?” she shot back, hands on her hips, voice steady and unyielding. “I’ve loved you since we were children, but I won’t cower because your precious Marina ran off.” Colin’s jaw tightened, his eyes raking over her with reluctant heat. “You’re plain, unwanted, and now my wife by default. I hate every inch of this farce.” She laughed sharply, stepping closer. “Then hate me while you fuck me, or are you too cowardly to touch what’s yours?” The air crackled as he grabbed her, their mouths crashing in a battle of tongues, her fingers already working his trousers free. “On your knees then, if you’re so bold,” he growled, but Penelope only smirked and dropped, taking his hard cock into her mouth for a teasing blowjob that had him panting and sweating within moments. She rose, pushing him onto the bed, straddling his hips with confident strength. “My turn to lead,” she whispered, guiding his thick length into her dripping wet pussy, wincing only briefly at the virgin breach before riding him hard. Their bodies slammed together, her ass bouncing as he thrust up, both of them horny and lost in the rhythm until she came with a cry, her walls clenching around him, and he followed, spilling hot cum deep inside her. Panting in the aftermath, Colin stared in shock at the evidence of her innocence, obsession already flickering in his eyes. “This changes nothing… yet everything,” he muttered, but Penelope merely smiled, already plotting her next move as the door creaked with distant footsteps.
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