He wasn’t afraid to awaken her anymore. In fact, he wanted to see her dark eyes blur from the pleasure that he gave her. But, being an inward coward... Mik bent his head and flicked his tongue over one of her nipples, thinking that she’d wake up sooner or later. He jolted when he felt her hands caressing the nape of his neck, anchoring him to her breasts. She was breathing harder now, her stomach muscles quivering under his hands. Mik laved one of her puckered nipples as he fondled the other. His. Again, I didn’t know if she was telling the truth or even if such a thing would be plausible. I had mentioned it as one of my fantasies though, so she was obviously bringing it up for my benefit. “Yes,” she answered, lying flat against the bed with her head between my legs. “I want you to use me and make me your whore while I’m wearing my wedding dress.” My dick immediately began to perk up. “Yeah?” I uttered, bending my knees and placing my feet flat on the bed. “What do you want me to do to. It was probably a good thing for me that Mandy basically pinned a bib over the neckline of the dress. I thought that Samantha would protest being made to cover up like that, but the dress still looked good even though there was too much new fabric and it was only held in place with safety pins. Mandy made some marks on the fabric then unpinned it. "OK, you can take off the dress, but hang it up."Right before the end of the half, Mandy had Samantha get back into the dress so she could check on. One of the men ripped Camara’s shirt, making the buttons fly across the room. The other man gripped her skirt with both hands and tore it in half and flung it across the room. Camara was left only with a white bra and thong as she sat on the bed. The two men began kissing her neck and groping her breasts. Camara moaned as she experienced her first time being touched by a man, let alone two. One of the men grabbed onto the bra and ripped it off, not bothering to undo the strap. The other man.