Wedding plow.    ( a calloboration gg78 & shaman)

 

“For richer, for poorer; in sickness and in health. To love and to cherish, 'till death do us part. And here do I pledge to you my faithfulness.” 

He speaks these words to my beautiful sister, but he's looking in my eyes. If I blow him a kiss, will everyone see? God damn he's fucking fine! How did my sister end up with my guy? I don't care about the vows he's speaking. Once he's done, and no one is looking, his tongue will be dancing on my pussy. 

During family photos I can tell he’s hard for me. The smile he wears underneath his fake grin is there because he wants his cock inside. After introductions I take my leave of the reception. In the stall of the bathroom I wait anxiously. Will he break away and come to me like we planned? My pussy is wet with sinful anticipation. I can’t help but touch myself while I imagine how good he’ll feel, his body against mine. Thinking of his hands fingering my clit sends shivers up my spine. 

Hearing the hinges squeak and the door open, I freeze. I knew he would come, he can't resist me. Walking into the stall with a smile on his face, he lifts my chin and swallows me with a passionate kiss. 

Whispering to me he says, “I could feel your eyes on me the entire time. All I thought about was putting my dick in your hot swollen pussy, so tight; so perfectly formed for me. Let me in. Take off that dress and give me what's mine. I want it raw. I want your juices hot and wet on my cock. Turn around.”   

As he enters me to the hilt my body jolts. Every stroke he makes rides my passion. He tells me that I'm his. He married my sister but he's fucking me still. He goes deep inside me and smacks my ass as I thrust my body back. I take him in, harder and deeper, as I rub my clit. 

“Oh yes, fuck me baby," escapes my lips. He sends me into unbound rapture with his penetration. The room fills with the smoke of our lust. We live in this high, existing for each other, while the celebration continues outside. The main course is right here, sinking his cock deep inside my trembling pussy. 

A guest enters the bathroom as the groom brings me to climax. I try to hide my peaking tempest, but there’s no helping it. His long thrusting permeates my sensuous pathways, reducing me to slavery with every inward push of his throbbing libido. With his hot breath, he sends my flames into submission. I douse my voice with his fingers to my mouth. Covering my moans, he fucks me until his cum spills from my erupting pussy. 

We share the bliss of finality together, against the cold walls of the bathroom stall. The guest quickly leaves when our moans become too much to bear. We finish in peace, as the groom’s motion slows with scattered breathing upon my neck. He remains inside of me for a while longer, filling me with every last drop of his coursing desire. 

A moment later, he pulls out and tips my head back without a kiss. In a sustained whisper he says, “My marriage doesn't mean a thing. You’re mine, and I won’t share you with any man.” 

As he helps buttons up my dress, he kisses my neck and says, “Now be a good girl and go dance. Don't let anyone know about this or it’ll be the end of us both. You don't want that now do you? I'm the only one that can tame your pussy.” 

My hair, my dress, everything is intact now. It's time to face the crowd. As I enter the reception, I see everyone stand to welcome the newlyweds on the dance floor for their first dance as husband and wife. 

Every word he said echoes through my mind, and I can't help but grin to myself. I still taste his sweat on my lips; feel his breath on my neck. As I watch them dance, looking happy and free, I know he is mine and that he forever wants me.