$name1 fucks her husband’s best man in the honeymoon suite while her new husband watches from the armchair.
Wedding cake crumbs still clung to the suite carpet. $name1 stood in her unlaced dress, twenty-nine, veil gone, looking at her husband’s best man — Marcus — while her new husband sat in the armchair as promised, cock in hand, eyes dark with want.
“You said on our honeymoon night,” she reminded her husband softly. “You wanted to see me take him.”
“I do,” he whispered. “Show me.”
Marcus kissed her like a man who had waited through years of friendship. He freed her breasts from the dress, sucked her nipples, then dropped and ate her wedding cunt until she came shaking in white silk. He stood, freed a thick cock, and entered her on the edge of the marital bed while her husband stroked and moaned.
$name1 looked at her husband the whole time Marcus fucked her — deep strokes, dress bunched, tits bouncing — telling him how good his best man’s cock felt, how full she was, how she loved being his filthy wife. Marcus rubbed her clit and she came again. He flipped her onto all fours and pounded until he flooded her newlywed pussy with a groan. Cum leaked onto the hotel sheets. Her husband stood, stroked over her face, and came across her lips and tits while Marcus watched.
She licked them both clean, wedding ring glinting, and smiled.
“Rome balcony tomorrow,” her husband said, voice rough. “I want him to fuck you against the railing where anyone might see.”
$name1 kissed her husband’s mouth tasting of Marcus and said, “I do.”
He didn’t let her rest. While she was still shaking he pushed two fingers back into her soaked cunt, curling them against the spot that made her vision blur, and rubbed her clit with his thumb until she came again with a broken cry. Juice ran down his wrist. She tasted herself when he pushed those fingers into her mouth and she sucked them clean like the greedy slut she had become for him in this moment.
$name1 rolled onto her stomach, arse raised, and begged without shame. He mounted her again, sliding into her dripping hole in one smooth thrust, and fucked her with long deep strokes that made the furniture creak. Her tits dragged on the sheets. She pushed back to meet every slap of his hips, moaning filthy encouragement — harder, deeper, use my cunt, fill me up, don’t you dare pull out.
Afterward she straddled his face and made him lick her clean, grinding her swollen pussy against his tongue until a smaller, sharper orgasm fluttered through her. She laughed breathlessly, kissed the mess on his mouth, and told him she wanted round two before the night was over. Her body still hummed. Her thighs were slick. She felt beautifully ruined and already hungry for more.
They cleaned up only enough to be decent, then he bent her over one last time and rubbed his half-hard cock through her cum-slick folds without entering, teasing her until she cursed and reached back to shove him inside herself. He laughed against her spine and gave her a dozen hard thrusts that left her whimpering and full again, a fresh trickle of cream sliding down her thigh when he finally stepped back.
He didn’t let her rest. While she was still shaking he pushed two fingers back into her soaked cunt, curling them against the spot that made her vision blur, and rubbed her clit with his thumb until she came again with a broken cry. Juice ran down his wrist. She tasted herself when he pushed those fingers into her mouth and she sucked them clean like the greedy slut she had become for him in this moment.
$name1 rolled onto her stomach, arse raised, and begged without shame. He mounted her again, sliding into her dripping hole in one smooth thrust, and fucked her with long deep strokes that made the furniture creak. Her tits dragged on the sheets. She pushed back to meet every slap of his hips, moaning filthy encouragement — harder, deeper, use my cunt, fill me up, don’t you dare pull out.
Afterward she straddled his face and made him lick her clean, grinding her swollen pussy against his tongue until a smaller, sharper orgasm fluttered through her. She laughed breathlessly, kissed the mess on his mouth, and told him she wanted round two before the night was over. Her body still hummed. Her thighs were slick. She felt beautifully ruined and already hungry for more.
They cleaned up only enough to be decent, then he bent her over one last time and rubbed his half-hard cock through her cum-slick folds without entering, teasing her until she cursed and reached back to shove him inside herself. He laughed against her spine and gave her a dozen hard thrusts that left her whimpering and full again, a fresh trickle of cream sliding down her thigh when he finally stepped back.
He didn’t let her rest. While she was still shaking he pushed two fingers back into her soaked cunt, curling them against the spot that made her vision blur, and rubbed her clit with his thumb until she came again with a broken cry. Juice ran down his wrist. She tasted herself when he pushed those fingers into her mouth and she sucked them clean like the greedy slut she had become for him in this moment.
