I moved my cock back to her asshole and this time had no problem. She was tense at first but relaxed as I kissed her back, finding my way into her tig...t canal. "Your ass is priceless," I breathed into her ear. She giggled. "Fuck it like you've always wanted to." She'd read my mind. I sunk all the way in, my balls slapping her cheeks. She squealed. I pulled all the way out, then sunk back in, this time faster. Her breath became ragged; I saw her hand dart between her legs; she teased her. He was happy to marry her as she was, but he understood that brides liked to be pampered on their special day. He reminded her that he would see her at eleven o’clock in the wedding room. Mrs Bell, the celebrant’s wife, would meet her in the room to help her dress at ten o’clock.The bouquet should be delivered no later than ten-thirty and Mr Grayson the Concierge would collect her and Mrs Bell from the room at ten-fifty. Mary giggled as he rattled off the instructions. She had a feeling that. Except, well, there was one guy that ate me out before Sam. Marty Maguire,” Val licked her lips as she made Mom gag.“The ice cream guy?” Mom sputtered, “but he’s ... married! He has a teenage daughter!”“Yeah, Morgan sucked my cock, in fact. Right in front of her old man ... and in front of Val. I have to say, Val handled it pretty well on the jealousy front, too. Shortly afterward, Marty got in on the fun by unzipping Val’s pants and diving right in. Having tasted said lady parts ... and her. I believe you're hooked on my dick aren't ya. I don't believe this will be the last time you blow me," he continued.He was right. I was enjoying it. I liked it and I knew I'd want to do it again. I could taste the salty precum from the tip as I moved my head back and forth, letting him fuck my face. "Beat your meat. I want to see you beat yourself off for me," he instructed.I reached down with my right hand and began stroking my cock which was as hard as it had ever been. I removed my mouth.