I felt the man guide Marcos’ dick into me. “Fuck the faggot that you can never be!” He orderedMarcos fucked. At first, slowly, but he was ord...red to speed up. The man ordered him to cum in me very quickly, and Marcos tried diligently.“Hows it feel to have my cum as lube?” He asked Marcos“Its good sir”, timid little Marcos replied.I felt Marcos cum in me. I was so stuffed full of cum, but I myself came again because I was so turned on by how I was talking to him, demeaning him, breaking. He stayed inside her, all of his length consumed by her, for a few moments, standing still with her in his strong arms, her leaning back against the fence. They stared at each other, connected, for what seemed like hours, when in fact it was little more than thirty seconds. She felt his cock throb inside her, and he felt her vaginal walls clenching him tightly, just as her arms and legs were. He kissed the tip of her nose and smiled softly at her. She smiled back, nervously, but consumed by. Thank God everything looks real thought Keri. It was the final dress that threw her. A wedding dress, quite exquisite with French lace arms and bodice, Keri looked and felt fantastic, the design required her to go bra-less her fake cleavage clearly visible through the see through white material. What she didn't see was the Male model who met her on the catwalk and as a final raised the veil and kissed her gently on the cheek. She was so overwhelmed with emotion by now it just seemed so. . yeah. Is that a bad thing?" she replied."No, I don't care. Would you like to tell me what happened?" I asked, secretly aroused be her past experiences."He wasn't nice like you" she said, looking around nervously."What do you mean 'wasn't nice'?" I said as I imagined what that could possibly mean."He wasn't gentle like you, he was very aggressive" she explained.I could sense she was ashamed, maybe even slightly embarrassed to discuss it. But secretly it made me very aroused. I asked more.