The Wedding of Edith and Rap

"Oh, I''ve caught the nightingale," Edith proudly exclaimed, tossing her hair.

Emboldened, Raphael followed suit, swiftly undoing her waistband and grasping her petite and perky bosoms."You forgot about your own two alouettes!"

"Ah, let go of me, Raphael!" Edith giggled and called out, but her grip on his tightened.

Not to be outdone, Raphael tickled her, knowing well that Edith was ticklish. She immediately burst into laughter and leapt up, heading toward the direction of the stream.

Raphael quickly caught up with her, playfully tackling her onto the grass, causing her skirt to lift to her waist, revealing the smooth and uplifted derriere.

He wickedly used both hands to knead her buttocks."And there''s a pair of watery peaches here waiting to be plucked!"

Edith got up and continued running ahead, while Raphael called out from behind,"Don''t run away! Let me see if your peach can also squeeze out some juice!"

This innocent yet lascivious game continued for quite some time, until Edith escaped into the middle of the stream, the water barely reaching her thighs. Gasping for breath, she laughed and shouted at the youth:

"Raphael, you childish imp!"

He waded through the water towards her and grabbed her arm, smugly declaring,"Caught you!"

But at that moment, Edith suddenly stopped smiling and gazed at him with seriousness. Raphael thought he had upset her and began to anxiously try to make amends, but she abruptly lunged forward and passionately embraced his neck, pressing her lips against his.

Raphael immediately responded fervently to her lips and tongue, holding her tightly in his arms and tenderly stroking her fine back.

Both their shirts had become drenched from their frolicking just now, and their fiery chests were almost directly pressed against each other. They continued to kiss and suckle upon each other, devoid of finesse and almost savagely, until the sun on the horizon was nearing its descent.

"I must marry you!" Raphael agitatedly exclaimed as soon as he released her, breathing heavily.

"But I don''t want to be a countess!" Edith protested."I realised when I was a child that I''m simply not cut out to be a princess."

"Then I won''t be a Saint-Clemont anymore. I''d just be Raphael Travis, a carpenter, a peasant, a tramp—anything! I just want to be with you!" Raphael stared at her with fiery eyes, shouting earnestly and resolutely.

Edith went blank for a moment, and then urgently began tugging at his clothes. She wrap