"Don't tell me you don't know how to do it," a woman clad in an ivory bridal dress asked with a hint of teasing on her face.
"I know how to do it," Zivan retorted and glared at his newly wedded wife who was sitting on the large canopy bed in the middle.
Marcella's posture was lazy as she looked at Zivan with a mocking smile on her face.
"Ohh really, how many times have you done it before? With how many women?" Marcella straighter posture and put her chin on her palm.
"I have never been with a woman," Zivan looked away but replied truthfully.
Marcella gasped at his answer.
"How could that be? You are lying," she crawled onto the bed and sat on her knees at the edge of the bed facing him.
"You should be happy that your husband kept himself pure for you," Zivan glared at the woman who was not the slightest embarrassed asking such questions.
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