" Oh, that's no problem. The wedding's the 8th of June."My heart sank. I still had one chance to get out of it. "Well, you see, I haven't shot a weddi...g in a long time. I only agreed, tentatively, as a favor for a friend." Some friend, I thought ruefully. "I'm a fashion photographer. Wouldn't a professional wedding photographer be more suited to your needs?" I fervently hoped she'd see the wisdom of getting someone else, and let me off the hook."This close to the wedding, all the best wedding. “Action,” Bob called.Chloe began struggling and yelling as she was being carried toward the prone figure of Dom on the floor.“Put me down,” she cried, “l’ll have you all whipped…put me down immediately.”“Oh l don’t think so Missy,” Duke said, “we haven’t finished with you yet, just relax and enjoy it, we know how much you white ladies like having a big black cock inside them.”“You shouldn’t be talking to me like that,” she told him, “put me down….look….put me down now and l won’t tell anyone. While I knew that I could get up without struggle, my body wouldn’t let me. His hands were soft working against me and knew all the right things to do to keep me there. He knew all the right things to do. ‘You’re more than welcome to leave this bed if you must. But I’m not stopping until you do.’ I could hear the smugness in his voice now. He knew that it would take every ounce of strength in me to leave his side in this state. And he knew he would win. Instead of trying to fight him, I. Water started splashing everywhere right away, so after some adjustments, she said the words that I love to hear… ‘do you want to stick in my ass?’ Well, you know the answer to that! It felt so good to have her wiggle her sweet ass down onto my swollen cock. She fucked my hard dick this way for a long time, and she came so close to orgasm many times (I love it when she gets close and it builds from there like a hurricane ready to release its energy — I need you to know that she’s a great fuck,.