The cloudburst of a bride willing and anxious to surrender to another man on her honeymoon (with her new husband’s willing encouragement) drenched b...th of them in illicit sensuality. They both liked the idea that she was committing adultery so soon after her wedding day, and that they were flagrant about it.The tornado was a bold man who sucked every dark dream from the depths of the bride’s fantasy (and her husband’s). The Painful Welt was bold, demanding, and physically impressive, and my. I slid backward toward him ass first into his thighs, *slap* one of Steves large hands slapped hard on my ass. I kept twerking to the song, Ben still in my mind, *slap* another slap from Steve landed on my other cheek. Steve grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled my head back facing the ceiling. It was a move he had been fond of lately. So was I, but I felt Ben gripping my hair. Steve started ripping at my jock tearing it making it wider over my ass cheeks. I felt the head of his cock. Soon one of the more brighter men decided that there had to be a super being behind all of this, so gods were born, a god for this and a god for that. When things went arse up the gods were angry, someone decided a sacrifice would atone for their wrongs ... get the message? someone had enough nous to gain control with his line of bullshit. Nothing has changed."Later in the history of the human race, somebody decided that all these gods were weakening his position as chief honcho. The answer? he. . over and over .. hour after hour.Gordon doesn't know about Carl. He knows Carl... but he doesn't know about him. He doesn't know that he has been gradually seducing his wife for two months. He doesn't know about his monster, black cock. He doesn't know that he fucked me last night and that he will soon be fucking me again and again. I wonder how many times he will fuck me in the months to come. Gordon thinks Carl is just another customer in my business. He comes in often, each time buying.