The pressure of his long thin cock sliding in and out of her, brushing against the tightness caused by her plug, caused her to squeeze her inner walls...against him in repetitive, urgent need.“S-s-sorry!” the boy cried, pulling out rather quickly, and standing up, his cock red and angry looking, still quivering, droplets of cum falling from its tip.“It’s ok, you’ll do better next time!” Scott said, smiling as the slut turned around and quickly put her mouth over the dripping end of the boy’s. Was I forgetting anything? Veil, check Bouquet, check, Garter, check, Makeup, not too much, check. It was all perfect, beautiful and I was ready to make my vows to the man I loved. The wedding was a small event, only family and our closest friends were invited. Eric and I didn’t want, or have the money, to spend on anything larger. We didn’t want to cater to any guests we barely knew or hadn’t even seen in years. I think there is some old saying about the reception being for the guests. Why. He really didn’t want to give them up, but what could he do. He took one last look, forlornly scrutinizing one last time the soft fabric still in his hand, and then reluctantly leaned forward and handed them back to her.Emily, now walking back to the foot of his bed, and turning back around to face him again, she holds out the panties, with both her hands, inspecting them, and then looks back down at the embarrassed boy, “You know why I couldn’t let you keep these anymore.”Tommy nodded his head. I didn’t take you to be this sensitive.” His thumb begins soft rotations on my clit. I hold my breath, fighting back another moan.The Professor’s facial expression changes to surprise as he notices how slick I’ve become from his motions. “Well now...” He hooks my thong to the side and exposes my dripping pussy to the cool air, sending a chill down my back.Two fingers glide between my legs, spreading my juices from my clit down to my perky hole. I whimper lowly for more as I jerk my hips against.