Satan was 15ft-tall and over 15,000 pounds of weight in pure muscles. Thanks to his divine nature, there was not one gram of fat in his body, making his skin so thin that it felt just like a red-colored coating to his muscles. Every fiber could be seen, and every ripple from his body could be felt as the demon simply breathed and exhaled testosterone through every pore.
As massive as he was, his penis still managed to be almost disproportionally large, smacking against his pecs with enough strength to make the demon growl with discomfort. Lumina stared at that monster prick and despaired, cramming both her hands in her cunt and fingering herself to keep the gushes of lubes as powerful as ever.
The demon’s obscene member was forty-inches long and nine inches wide. Satan literally had a cock thicker than a bodybuilder’s tights. When he penetrated a woman fully, her body was rearranged forever by his prick, and only his prick; no other creature –angel or demon—would satisfy her like Satan could.
The prick was not only large, but lively! Lumina’s eyes teared up as she gazed upon the life-giving tool of that demon. His breeding power was obvious in the abundant energy that flowed through his prick.
Veins! Veins! More veins than could be counted sprawling over that cock like thick thumbs, making the blood flow visible even at great distances. The beast throbbed and grew slightly whenever it felt fresh meat before it –and the meat of an angel, oh, it was always the most delicious delicacy.
“Come here.” Lumina’s body was then seized by another irresistible power. «No!» She despaired, yet she had no chance to fight back as her limbs crawled to Satan and her wings flapped on their own. Little by little, orgasming all her way through, the angel stopped before the portal, her face just a feel inches from the scorching balls of that monstrous bull.
“Touch my testicles.” He commanded, and Lumina came harder and messier just by beholding the two incredible orbs the titan had for testicles. Her screams abounded until Satan could feel them pricking his skin –not that this was remotely a nuisance to him, of course.
Lumina saw those two massive balls perfectly delineated in the monster’s sack. She could see and hear the stream of jizz on those powerful milk-makers, which always remained hard and perfectly-drawn under the sack’s skin.
Contrary to other super-potent males, Satan’s balls always remained rigid, turgid, ready to batter a woman and crack a wall with their steel-like hardness. One could have the terribly wrong impression that the God of Sex was never filled with spunk, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth; the reality was that Satan was so almighty and potent that He produced just as much spunk as He came, making it unnecessary for the demon to ever store jizz in his balls. Satan had balls as big as two human heads. Lumina beheld those beautiful life-giving seed-makers as Lucifer looked down at her and admired her luscious white body. The Prince of Hell simply buckled his hips and made his monster balls throb in front of the angel, prompting her to reach out to them and… touch her!
“God…!!!” Vanessa puked spunk through her mouth, ejaculating squirt just as hard as she did milk through her tits.
Her god was fucking her mercilessly on the ground, her back drilling the floor as the cracks slowly grew and her sight got blurry and very briefly dark every time the monster pounded her –which was several, almost countless times per second.
The beast crushed her neck with a single arm while he bent his other arm behind his back and puffed more steam through his nose, fucking her with only one arm in her body, almost as if in a challenge to himself.
The beast was absolutely resolute in disciplining her with his dick. There was no love or caring in his face. Other than his dedication to extracting as many orgasms as humanly (or inhumanly) possible from her, he was going to tear through her body until she tapped on the ground in absolute submission. His face was twisted and his muscles were flexed, unleashing several nuclear power plants worth of energy in her body with every thrust.
Little by little, very slowly –the floor was apparently made of an impossibly-hard type of stone—the bull drilled his mare on the ground, pounding her with such ferociousness that his hips disappeared in one large blur in the air.
The woman had her tongue out and her eyes bulged. Every minute she fought against her exhaustion, trying to fight against that bull, but failing. Whenever the monster felt her womb crushing his monster cock, trying to squeeze it into submission, he effortlessly picked up speed, ramming that woman’s waist against the ground, literally nailing her to the stone.
At times, it didn’t even look like the beast was focused on her, but rather looking around at the catacombs to find out what weird place that was. He had never seen such gigantic, ominous arena before, and judging by the incredible strength of the materials it was made of, he suspected there was more to it than just a fancy construction of his colonial-era cathedral.
The beast didn’t speak; he only grunted. The woman looked at him, but felt her face turning on the ground. Absolute exhaustion took over every muscle of her body, to the point she started to lose the sense of all her limbs. Giving her best, she closed her right fist and punched the monster’s pec, punching it. The beast looked at her not with ire, but with that sexy grim that reminded her just how much in control he was of the whole situation.
Miraculously, his thrusts slowed down. Vanessa felt his hands around her waist and her body being lifted off the ground just as the beast kept thrusting on her, now with less ludicrous –but still body-breaking—intensity. Instinctively, she hugged the man. She tried to pierce his back with her nails, but the thing was as impenetrable as iron.
The monster walked a short distance with her, stepping away from that cracked spot on the floor, and Vanessa got the strength to try and whisper in his ear: “is that all yo-…?”
*blaam!!* Her body was unceremoniously and brutally rammed against the floor, taking all the air (and almost the sense) out of that woman. *booom!!* The ground sunk and cracked around her. Vanessa felt her mind blanking and her eyes popping. Right when was quickly recovering her strength, the beast rammed his cock in her at brutal speeds, turning his hips into a giant blur.
The beast puffed dense clouds of steam in her face, and his whole body exhaled hot smoke due to the excessive energy he was exhaling. He could literally carry a miles-long chain of train carts in his back; he was a beastly locomotive fucking that woman with all his might, and Vanessa’s best chance was to surrender any and all autonomy and just… give in absolutely to him.
Testicles and pussy were locked in a battle to see who was the most powerful: the woman sucked and pumped the dick relentlessly with her internal contractions, and the balls added more jizz into the sack, trying to outpace that massive woman as she reveled in the bodies of her three other partners.
The woman she was kissing squirted ferocious juices through her cunt and loads of milk through her tits as Vanessa took her finger out of the woman’s orifices and parted their kiss, sucking her milking nipples instead.
“Aahh!!” She came and cried. “Aaahee, Vanessa!!” The massive giantess smiled as she turned each hand to the two women by her side, cramming her right fingers on Vanessa’s cunt and her left fingers on the smallest muscle woman’s cooch.
Then… she went to fucking town!
“AAAHH…!!!” The catacombs quaked with those three women orgasming at once, their cries and whimpers followed by the bull’s large, thunderous roars as he was continuously pumped by Vanessa’s cunt. Despite leading four massive lovers to orgasmic bliss, Vanessa was shocked to discover she was not tired at all. If anything, she only felt more powerful.
«Grow!» She thought, and her muscles obeyed, audibly swelling as her fibers increased in strength, size, and number. Her monstrous body pressed against the other ones, increasing its pressure on Gaston’s crotch as she approached the 9-feet of height.
The two women on her side, hugging her powerful waist, felt her quickly grow as they were startled by the increased hardness of their body. “Fuck!!” Mariadne panted. Not for a second did Vanessa stop fingering her. “Fuck me… aahh!! You’re… you’re growing…!!” And she screamed a bit more before finally declaring: “You’re over a thousand pounds strong, you muscle whore!!”
Vanessa popped her lips from the girl’s nipples and laid them on Mariadne’s tits, commenting between suctions: “I will fuck you like a bull until you pass out for the whole week!” And she proved her power by doubling, no, tripling the intensity of her fingering, leaving no cunt untouched for over a few seconds at a time.
The bull Gaston almost felt his eyes popping as his balls, for the first time in their lives, felt the need to double production just to keep up with that massive mare. “You fucking…!!” He roared, steam and smoke coming from his mouth. “You fucking…!!!” Vanessa had pumped over five hundred gallons from him, yet she knew that bull was capable of so much more. Sucking the tits and the necks of her three muscle ladies, Vanessa admitted her defeat –sort of:
“How much can you cum, Gaston? When you really let yourself go; when you’re pumping your god-cock savagely on a woman’s cunt, how much do you truly unload? Ten thousand gallons? Fifty thousand gallons??” She looked around in the catacombs, seeing the fifty-one passed-out bodies Gaston had fucked floating over what seemed to be over a hundred thousand gallons of jizz. “I don’t know how such simple balls can produce so much milk! I mean, don’t get me wrong…” And she crushed him with more sadistic intensity. “I know, my bull, that each of your balls is at least as large and heavy as four bull testicles, but even then this level of fertility is ridiculous!” She felt that, as hard as she pumped, the bull never stopped producing seed; it was amazing. “I feel your balls are struggling to keep pace. They don’t need to. You don’t need to flatter me, oh bull, just to make me feel like a bigger woman.” The screams of her three ladies kept cutting her speech. “I know you’re holding yourself back. Fuck!! Fuck your dick!” The beast was 26-inches long now. “Fuck this monster rod that just keeps growing and growing! You’re almost 10ft-tall now, aren’t you? Very well! I can’t defeat you today… or maybe ever.” Still, she increased the pace of her pumping until the muscles of her man were quivering under a shower of electricity. “I will pump you with the full might of my body before I go out to fuck these three ladies here, okay?” Her three women came and squirted as she redoubled the dick massacre of her cunt. “With a bit of luck, maybe I can even make you… pass out!” She licked her lips and commanded complete control of her inwards. “Okay? Alright? Fine. Here we go!”
There was a deep, loud noise, similar to a tank making its way through a swamp, as Vanessa activated a “savage mode” of her cunt in that dick, pumping it like he had an industrial pumping machine attached to his rod, sucking all the jizz straight from his balls.
“Fuck… how?!…” She shook her head. “How big is your tongue?”
He casually replied:
“Twelve inches.” And then stuck the whole monster out for her to see.
Her jaw dropped and her knees trembled. She spread her legs open, a little unconscious of the act, and gazed upon the massive, dripping, throbbing member, which was almost as large as her husband’s hard cock. That monster was unbelievable.
“Use it!” She begged, opening her legs and pulling up her panties. The cloth sank in her cunt and her engorged labia popped through its sides. She was dripping with desire, and a very small puddle had already started to form between her feet. “Use that fucking man-meat on me!”
The priest grabbed her again, sinking his mouth on her lustful tits. “Oow!!” She wailed, wrapping her massive, melon-crushing legs around that bull’s hips. As the man sucked and splurged on her planet-sized gazongas, she had a nasty idea: conjuring up all the might she had in her body, she closed her legs on that bull and squeezed his hips. Such was her strength that soon her own bones were creaking –she had been proven to literally shatter boulders with her thigh grip in her teenage years.
Still, that monster just kept sucking on her tits like it was nothing to him. She was both aroused and disheartened. Was she really so helpless next to that living, breathing man-bull?!
“Fuck… ooh!!… you!!” She came and creamed herself as the monster worked her tits like four different studs at once. Her pussy secreted juices in his clothes, which were all stained with girl cum and his own jizz. She was crazy fertile, with her womb heating up to a bowling point and her mammalian glands producing enough milk to feed a tribe’s worth of children.
Eventually, milk started sloshing out of her nipples, feeding that bull like she was just one dairy cow for his personal use. “Aaaw!!” As she felt her feminine liquids being sucked out of her, the monster’s cheeks bloated with him filling up his mouth and gulping cupfulls of her motherly essence.
The monster was filling his own stomach with milk just the same way he had filled her with his. The difference, of course, is that her milk could never be as hot or thick as his.
“Fuck me…!! Oh!! Fuck me, you’re good!!” She grinded her cunt on his hips as it kept expelling rivulets of juices all over him. With his lips dripping with her milk, the giant complimented her:
“Your milk is rich and creamy. You’d feed strong babies with that powerful woman lotion, my mare.” She felt her ovaries producing countless eggs with that sexy-talk. A part of her even knew those weren’t just idle words.
“What do you mean, daddy?” She asked, and the hung bull placed his hands on her warm, strong belly.
“I’m saying, my mare, that I’m going to breed you with strong babies, and you’re going to deliver child after child to me until you’re old and cranky and of no more use to my mighty rod.” He stepped back, still towering over her like no man ever could. “You might have a husband, but I’ll be your breeder. You won’t even need to worry about his seed, because no other male seed can compete with mine.” He smirked. “If I nut on a woman, whatever other lesser seed you have in your body will be stifled by mine. That’s a feat impossible in any male biology other than my own. Now, my mighty cow,” he bucked his belt, “fill up your stomach with your bull’s milk.”
Her lips were trembling when she said: “but I’ve already…” *slap!* This time, the bull hit her with his belt! Not a whip, per se, but a powerful blow to mark her chin.
The man’s pants remained firmly on his body, proving the belt was merely an aesthetic choice. He was so swollen with muscles that all his clothes seemed to glue on his skin, highlighting the mountains and valley his bodybuilder physique proudly espoused.
Still shaking and squeezing her cunt between her legs, she dared to make a demand:
“Let me see your body first, stud.” She consumed him with her eyes. “I want to see what I’m dealing with.” To her surprise, the man simply popped one button of his shirt, then the other, slowly revealing to her his massive, titanic torso. “Oh… fuck.” Her eyes got bigger, wider, shinier. “FUCK!”
Words could not make justice to the obscenity of muscles and virility that bull was. Five huge, heavy bodybuilders wouldn’t match that human-stallion even if they’d spent their entire lives on the gym. The monster cast his shirt off and let his shinny, sweaty physique do all the talking. The poor woman’s mind blanked for a while, never before having seen such an impeccably crafted mountain of man.
“You’re… a fucking… bull.” Her tongue and lips said on their own, like this was the natural, inevitable reaction that body would draw from any lady. The massive pecs of that stud could make another man each with their vast mounds of flesh and strength. The abs of that creature displayed twelve massive, ripped, swollen muscles, and fat droplets of sweat ran along its many sulks and valleys, inviting any tongue to follow them. The arms of that bull were almost as big as her large legs –and she had tree logs for legs! The guy’s neck was as thick as her waist. His powerful hips almost double hers.
Inevitably, her eyes were pulled down to that guy’s crotch, called for by the gravitational waist of the monster member she sported between the legs. Always with an arrogant smirk in his huge face, the monster growled:
“Now pull down your bull’s pants, my wonderful whore, and work my cock again. I will unload my seed in your stomach, then fuck the everlasting shit out of you until the walls of this room crack and crumble.” He snapped his fingers. “Begin!”
She immediately knelt before him –or rather, her body just fell on its knees, mesmerized by the magnificence of that human bull before her—and put her finger into his pants, pulling it down with great difficulty. All the time she kissed and worshipped that bull’s mighty muscles, coating them with her saliva as her voracious kisses and suctions couldn’t get enough of his flesh.
The man had managed to curl his serpent back into his massive white trousers after their first throat-fucking, yet the creature was more visible then ever in his crotch. She needed a whole minute to pull the pants lower than that guy’s genitalia, but once she got a sight of his manhood, all the effort was more than worth it.
“God!!” She planted kisses on that monstrous mass of meat. The man’s serpent folded unto itself at least twice; a veritably humongous piece of manhood that would easily surpass the massive endowment of three other hung studs. She grabbed those boxes and pulled them down. *boom!!* Her face was once again punched by the stud’s virile rod.
“Fuck!!” Her eyes couldn’t stop shining as the gigantic elephant trunk unfolded and flopped before her face, inviting her hungry tongue to many countless voracious slurps. The sixteen-inch soft manhood drooled with her saliva as it dangled well below the man’s knees, throbbing as the many veins transported gallons of blood to it and made it slowly engorge.
She used both her hands to work that magnificent man-mast up, yet it wasn’t enough. Repeating the massacre from before, like she hadn’t learned her lesson, she quickly placed her hard, lactating tits on that pole and moved them up and down, stroking it now with her breasts and her hands to try and cover a good portion of it.
The man was so massive that she even had to use her thighs to stroke the tip of that dangling cock, which was easily thicker than two fists or the hoof of a fucking horse. As she relentlessly worked up that monster, she looked at his balls and came. Her labia shivered and her pussy hardened, expelling a long coating of juices on the floor.
The sight of his testicles alone sufficed to drive her over the edge. They were huge. Those perfectly oval spheres swelled bigger than two pineapples, pumping new gallons of seed into the mighty, engorged sack. It was possible to see all the fat, thick jizz sloshing inside them, moving in the vesicles and ducts as they engorged, overfilled with such virile man juice.
Jerking that guy off with her whole body, she put her hands on those massive jewels and tried to lift them up, making her biceps bulge as she felt even her might couldn’t easily move the balls around. Looking up to her stud, she praised him:
“You have the balls of a bull!”
“Shut up, bitch! A bull is much smaller than me.”
He was right. She’d been on many farms in her life, and no stallion or bull ever had testicles so bloated and hard as his. Her mouth was crazy on that man’s pole, slobbing it up with cupfulls of saliva, making the monster drip all over the floor as her pussy contracted several times and her body was raked with orgasm after orgasm just by servicing that stallion-sized thick manhood.
Eventually, her body was knocked back on the ground by both her orgasms and the engorging dick, which had finally taken notice of her vigorous masturbation.
“Uuurhh!!” The monster gave a long roar while his panting female expelled pellets of girl-jizz through her cunt. She screamed and flailed around, feeling orgasms even her husband could never give her with his whole body and mighty: “aaarhh!! Aaaaahh!! AAAHHH!!!” Her clit shivered like a rattlesnake’s tail and her hardened cunt expelled a huge load of juices on the man’s abs, splashing loudly all over his muscles. *spliiiisshh!!*
The bull smiled as he moved closer to his bitch.
“Time to eat, my little girl.” And he grabbed her hair and pulled her body up against his cock, which was so hard it stood vertically, slapping itself against his 12-pack. Seeing that veritable monstrosity of muscle and veins, she panted and squirted again, just to have her quivering mouth unceremoniously crammed against the enormous helmet of that mountain-drilling rod.
It was thick. Inconceivably so. Even though the monster had managed to cram that absurdity in her mouth just minutes ago, her body had still not gotten used to that large Coke-bottle girth of manhood! Taken length and volume into account, the guy easily had more cock than eight hung studs –or two well-endowed horses.
Like she was a sheet of paper, he lifted her body up, almost turning her legs upside down, and forced his helmet against her mouth. There was a coarse, rumbling sound as her jaw barely made the cut, dislodging itself monstrously to give space for that… thing!
“Goorh!!” She panted, and her cunt shot out loads of juice up to the ceiling. Her girl cum rained back on the monster’s head. He seemed very pleased with her arousal.
“My beautiful mare!” He slapped her tits as her body was forced deeper and deeper into that rod, prompting in her an urgent, almost live-saving desire to suck her way into that rod.
The sixteen-incher had swollen to its mind-melting twenty-four inches of male perfection as she sucked it with all her Amazon will. Drools of saliva and girl juice poured down the rod as her body descended on it, her throat being stretched to inhumane proportions as the cock-head spewed rivulets of precum inside her. A single nut of his fore-jizz was superior to the full loads of fifty men! Soon, she found herself filling her stomach with man lubes as the pressure on her head only increased; the man violently shoving her into his prick, appreciating the skilled massages she made along his titanic pole with her throat contractions and powerful lung suctions.
“Oh, you fucking mare, you’ve got the lungs of a horse!” He roared, repositioning his massive feet on the ground to have some balance. “Amazing!! Keep sucking like that until my jizz flows out of my shaft!” She didn’t quite understand that expression at first, but played along with it, sucking and sucking and power-fucking-sucking until the man’s massive balls reacted with violent contractions.
Those huge spheres jumped up and down his sack while all her slobber dripped and built puddles between his legs and her knees. With her hands pumping that massive shaft, sprinkling saliva and goo everywhere, she felt the prick engorging (even more!!) and something incredibly hot, frankly scorching flowing all the way up from the base to the head.
“Keep sucking! God, it’s flowing!” The man commanded, his eyes rolling with pure pleasure. She panted and came as she felt herself giving immense pleasure to that human stud. A few seconds later, she realized what the man had meant by ‘flowing’
«God!!» Her mind raced and her eyes doubled in size as she felt, deep in her throat, the man’s cum leave the tip of the cockhead with its burning heat and frosty, creamy thickness, sloshing down to her stomach like slow, but copious river of spunk. He wasn’t cumming, but still… he was cumming?? How was that possible?! “I’m sucking him just like a straw!” She realized, seeing all the engorged cock before her, thicker than both her hands could ever envelop. “I am draining this guy’s juices straight from the source!” Looking up to the massive titan, she saw his incredible muscles rippling with the waves of pleasure she gave him, his own body experiencing one long, massive string of multiple orgasms. Every time she sucked him, she could spot the spunk being drained from that horse’s balls –and then immediately replenished with their powerful throbs. She felt a new power burning in her heart; a might that elevated her far beyond any sexual feats of mere mortals; one which could finally give her some upper hand on that arrogant, stud-y asshole.
He was. Standing at over 8.5ft-tall, the priest had over a thousand pounds of pure muscle in his body. A hundred and fifty of these pounds were just for his genitalia, which Vanessa worshiped like the altar of masculinity they were.
Each of the man’s balls, when dry, weighted forty pounds. Vanessa held them both with her hands as she serviced her tongue with his incredible abs –a 12-pack fortress of muscles which was becoming a 14-pack one thanks to all the exercise of that fucking.
She lifted those massive balls and made them bounce, but the jizz in them was so thick (like cement!) that the giant monsters, the proud milk-makers barely moved. Her biceps engorged and hardened, covered with veins as she tried moving those incredible jizz-tanks. Playfully, she lifted one of them, then dropped it as she lifted the other, alternating the motions and feeling her biceps grow and harden accordingly.
It’s almost like gym!” She giggled, and her priest giggled too, fondling her hair as she slobbered all over his daunting cock.
“Come on, Vanessa. Our women are waiting.”
“Let them bitches wait.” She barked in an almost possessive manner. “They don’t hold a candle to me! I get privileges, my bull, for no one can stand you just as well and hard as my pussy can! God!!” She lost herself when running the tip of her tongue along one of those cock’s gigantic veins. “My god!! I can feel the blood pumping all over your vessel! My fucking god, you’re such as stud! Just the blood in this vein is enough to power a horse!”
He fondled her more vigorously.
“Do you like my power?”
She looked up and smiled.
“I loved it!” She squeezed his balls, feeling her fingers sink and almost disappear in the massively engorged ballsack, the jizz-ridden container enveloping her hands as she touched the core of his milk-makers surrounded by all those gallons of hyper-concentrated male seed.
To know that she held in her hands enough power to fecundate the entire world; enough seed to literally knock up all beautiful women on the planet three times over…! That was enough to make her cream herself again!
“AAHH…!!” Vanessa dropped to her knees, almost with her forehead on the ground, as she looked up with tears in her eyes and came again, squirting long, powerful jets through her cunt as she saw that massive horse-like man standing so imposingly, so calmly and royally next to her.
“Enough games, my pretty mare.” He snapped. “On. All. Fours.”
Vanessa twitched her lips, realizing she was just a support to the man’s feet as he fucked the pyramid of women lined in front of him. She knelt on all fours in front of him and waited for the massive pressure of his size on her back, her massive body readying itself for the tremendous weight.
«God! It’s almost like I’ll hold a whole elephant on my back!» She joined her hands and silently prayed. «Oh, please, Jesus… I know I profaned your name so much today, but… please, please, Lord, don’t let this monster break me!» She imagined the giant’s cock relentlessly pounding her guts into a liquefied state again and smiled. «I mean… not break me this way.»
The monster looked to the dripping, squirting pussies in front of him and cracked the bones of his fingers. Fifteen ripe cunts awaited for proper pounding from his horse cock, with the subsequent unloading of all his gallons of potent seed in their wombs.
All other women he fucked up had jizz pouring out of their cunts and mouths; most of them, even their noses and eyes. It was just expected from the man to fertilize them all. The church had a tremendous problem covering up all the births he delivered to his nuns; in a whole institution of about four hundred sexy women, about a hundred was always let “un-fucked” so that they could run all the errands and paperwork to hide the inconvenient pregnancies.
It was a scheme that required tremendous amounts of planning and coordination… for which a surprise orgy like that wasn’t included. «Oh, well.» He thought, stretching his arms and making his massive muscles rumble like growls of a lion. «They will find a way. My job is to just think about and do one think, and one thing only.» His faced gained a slightly demonic grim. «To fuck.»
To fuck. To pound. To wreck. He grabbed one ass in front of him, of one of the women in the middle row of the pyramid. The poor creature whimpered and her cunt expelled sweet love juices in his face. He looked to the top of the pyramid and smiled.
I’ve been married for five years to one of the best,
most sensual pieces of living, breathing manhood a woman could ever wish for. A
rugged and sensible, overpowering yet deeply loving man who elevated me to such
intense pleasures they should have been considered a crime, so core-shattering
as they were, as well as a wise and experienced person I feel eternally
grateful for having met —even though our marriage, I now admit, was a very
impulsive decision I should probably have avoided.
This beautiful hunk is, ’til this day, maybe the best man
I’ve ever met in my entire life. Our five years together were outlined by many
more highs than lows —each high far surpassing and compensating for every eventual
I would not marry him today, if I had the choice, and I’d think twice before making such long-term commitment with any other person, even one so wonderful like him, but not everybody is smart and rational all the time, and when I decided to ask for his hand, I had definitely been the most foolish I’d been in my life until then. ❤ READ MORE ❤