“Gosh, Jessy, this is your wedding day! You’re supposed to be happy!”“I would be if you weren’t here,” Jessica said angrily.Heather wagged...a finger at her. “Temper, temper, you don’t want to piss me off.”Jessica sighed. “What do you want from us?”“Where are you going for your honeymoon?” Heather asked.“We have a reservation at the Fireside Hotel, in the honeymoon suite,” Jessica stated.“That’s it? Nowhere else?” Heather asked. In fact, she already knew all this since I had already told her.. Unless I adopt a golf grip? But this isn’t time to experiment with new techniques. I have a job in hand. Quite literally!!I continue to slowly wank myself. Steph still looks stern, and still fucking horny! She’s starting to sigh and huff. “I haven’t all fucking day! How long does it take for gods sake? Can’t you go faster?”I shake my head, mentally referring back to my ‘looking pervy and desperate’ statement.She jumps of the counter, and kneels in front of me, still looking a bit pissed off.“If. Slowly, as she began to relax and her hole opened up, she began to push back longingly against my cock head. The head of my cock suddenly popped past her sphincter and I held it steady to allow her to get comfortable with the fullness in her ass. She then began to back up in earnest and impaled herself on the remaining inches of my cock. She did not stop until she had taken my entire shaft deep in her tunnel.We slowly fucked each other, but I was careful not to really pound her ass. She is not. Holly put her hand on the shaft and gently stroked it while her mouth bobbed up and down his head. She moved her right hand underneath his testicles and began probing and massaging his perineum.Simon tensed and then relaxed. It had been a long time since a girl had touched him there, and he liked it, purring with satisfaction as the shapely hooker took two fingers and put pressure on him in a "come here" motion.Simon groaned.Holly stopped stroking his cock with her hand and impaled on her mouth.