The wedding went without a hitch and Melissa couldn’t help but feel excited; what bride wouldn’t be. Her pulse rate was on a constant high and she...felt happy and contented. The reception hadn’t changed anything and she was bombarded by a plethora of nice sentiments and compliments; all of them describing her, from her father, her husband, and the best man.Her beautiful smile engaged everyone in her vicinity, she was the centre of attention for the most important day of her life.Yet Melissa’s. You’re happy to oblige, and lean backwards, your hands splayed out on the cool marble surface, steadying yourself against the pressure of my body. I press my lips against yours and you respond, languidly at first as if you’re just indulging my lust, then harder as you start to feel it too. I press my tongue against your teeth, you’re teasing me by keeping them closed, stopping it getting into your mouth. OK, have it your way… I kiss up your cheek instead and nibble at your ear, your hair. Her clit was throbbing and she was certain that the moisture oozing from her would be visible on the red bikini bottom. She blushed slightly at the thought and closed her eyes, enjoying the rhythmic sensation of her pussy being pushed closed and then pulled open under her bikini bottom, soaking it in her love juices. She bit her lip as a tiny shudder emanated from deep within her. She felt sweat rolling down her brow, her back and inside her cleavage. She pushed her head backwards into her. “The dirty pervert is rubbing himself off on me” she thought, “what the fuck does he want me to do, turn around and give him a blowie?”. Luckily her strategy of blissful ignorance had worked and he made his way back to his deck. She heard the sound of a zipper being slowly pulled down and a discrete slapping noise. She heard him mutter her name between deep breaths, “OMG he’s actually pulling one off behind me”. He was indeed working his old cock. It only took a few hard pumps before he.