"What time is it?" she asked."It's almost nine," he responded."Oh God, I should be on my way to work by now," Tiffany said."Don't worry, I'll drive yo... to work, have a cup of coffee first, I madeit with my very own hands," he laughed.Tiffany walked to the kitchen, her bare feet making a soft sound on thehardwood floor. Paul turned and gave her his best smile when he saw her.When Tiffany saw his smile she wanted to give him the biggest kiss shecould, so she did."Wow, what was that for?" he. ” She works her tongue around his cock, takes him completely in her mouth and sucks gently to clean him. “I love the feeling of your cum dripping out of me.” “You’ll feel it all day during the wedding.” He’s right, she feels it running down her thighs and soaking into her stockings as she walks down the aisle. Her arsehole burning with every step from the brutal fuck, she can still feel the photographer’s breath on her back. She sees him and can just make out a small bulge in his trouser. I became aware of her breathing against me, the gentle breaths tickling the skin of my neck. I moved my head so my cheek was pressed against hers. Tentatively, gently, I kissed her cheek. She melted into my arms, becoming completely limp save for pulling me tighter to her. I wrapped my arms around her back and whispered into her ear. ‘Ashleigh…do you want to…take a nap together?’ ‘Mmm-hmmm’ she said gently, ‘Can we go to your bed?’ Who was I to refuse such a request? I picked her up, just high. Her eyes wide open. She tried to wriggle free. But I had held her tight against my chest. I invaded her mouth. My one hand on her waist and another one on the back of her neck pulling her mouth towards mine. She finally pushed me back with all her might. I let her go.“what are you doing”? She said angrily. Then slapped me across the face. Her eyes were blazing red. So were her cheeks. I stared at her shamelessly, my face hard as a stone. I was scared shitless, but I didn’t want to apologize.“I.