Something a bit more… adventurous?”You frown. Could this be some kind of trap? You’d better play it safe. “No… not really…” you venture....There’s no way that you’re telling Rose what you’re really into. You make a mental note to delete your browser history.“It’s just that there’s something that I’d really like to try,” she says, snuggling up to you and gently stroking your chest. Her bare breasts press against your side.You’re intrigued. What kinky stuff does your girlfriend want to do? You run. . I’ve already done that.”The wedding planner continues, “ ... You need to plan and attend the bachelor party...”Bernie again interrupts, “ ... We’re not going to have one of those.”The wedding planner is starting to show some frustration but continues, “ ... Because there is no ring bearer, you need to take charge of the rings.”I grin and reply, “No problem. So I really only have one job.”Jens glares at me and spouts, “Heck no! The most important job for you is to escort me down the aisle. She was telling everyone how her boyfriend enjoys taking the leftover cum that’s mixed in with hers and would chew it as if it was gum. I was thinking how NASTYYYYY that was. But I never gave them my opinion. I thought if I said anything they would find some other place to sit. And I would lose the chance to listen in on their stories. Most of the crap they told was boring but shit like this I had to listen to. I was hoping there would be more bizarre stories like this one. So I waited. All too soon, I feel my orgasm growing near. I'm going to come. With tremendous effort, I pull my slick meat from your pussy. As if you were a rag doll, I toss you back onto your stomach. My fingers grip your hips, holding you in place. “Yes, Daddy, Fuck me. Fuck me hard!” you moan with urgency in your voice. We both need it. We both need satisfaction, sweet release. I ram home, penetrating you with my ferocious dick. Again and again I saw into you, deeper, harder, faster. Teeth sink into your.