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Her cheeks grew rosier as she approached. She had to see her mother bobbing her head, sucking my girl-cock. Rosemary gave me a dazzling smile, nodding her head as she drifted closer and closer to me. “Kurt,” I whimpered. “Oh, Kurt, she's perfect.” I wanted to soil her. I ran my hands through her mother's permed hair, bobbing the MILF's hungry mouth up and down my dick. I squirmed in my chair, my nipples rubbing against the satin of my dress. The pressure swelled in my ovaries. My futa-cum boiled in them. Rosemary's dress rustled as she reached me. For a moment, she was only an arm's reach away. Then she swept past me, blocked from my sight for a moment by her father—the husband of the woman sucking on my girl-dick. I groaned as they moved towards the altar, my eyes landing on Rosemary's back left half-exposed by her dress, the skirt clinging to her gorgeous rump. “I want that ass,” I moaned. The bride looked over her shoulder at me. Her green eyes smoldered as they met mine. I erupted. My futa-cum fired into her mother's hungry mouth. I groaned and shuddered. My pussy convulsed. Juices gushed out of my cunt, soaking my thighs as I trembled. The chair creaked beneath me. My breasts quivered in my bodice as euphoria swept through me. For this wonderful moment of ecstasy, I stared the bride in the eyes. As my rapture crashed into my mind, we were connected. I quivered, wanting this to never end. My cock kept spurting, kept firing ecstasy through my teens body big cock to my mind. Rosemary turned away to take Kurt's hands, given away by her father. Mrs. Ramsey gulped down my cum as I leaned back in my chair. I groaned, my toes curling in my heels. Mr. Ramsey turned away from his daughter and walked to us, his eyes glancing as his wife sucking the last of the spunk out of my cock. He nodded his head and then took his seat beside me. “Mmm,” purred the mother of the bride as the reverend launched into his sermon. Rosemary held Kurt's hand, her body trembling as she stared at Hardcore him. Not me. Despite the fact I knew Rosemary's pussy ached for my futa-cock, that her womb begged to be bred, she kept her gaze fixed on Kurt. Unlike her bridesmaids, who were all four staring at Mrs. Ramsey as she popped her mouth off my girl-cock, the bride fought down her lusts. For now. “Oh, that was delicious,” purred Mrs. Ramsey while the reverend preached about love and fidelity. “Oh, butt Huey, I'm sorry to say her cum tastes so much better than yours.” Her husband shifted on the other side of me, his cheeks flushed as his wife cuckolded him in the middle of blowjob their daughter's wedding. “I need this cock in me,” groaned the mother of the bride. “I can't wait for the ceremony to be over. Does that make me a wicked mother, Becky?” She never married again but she did have serious relationships with perhaps two or three men and most probably a few casual sexual partners. She was sleeping peacefully in her little night gown as he took the first picture with the digital camera he had his blowjob mother pick up. It looks like you’ve made out quite well in life.” Cathy then told me ever since we wore the small panties and t-shirt in front of her father he has been looking at me more than normal. “Ok, tell us everything.” It’s not like me to do something as that. She Hardcore thought she could easily hide this from him, but if they were to move forward, she knew in her heart, she would have to tell him, and let the cards lay as they might, on the table. Instead I slipped two fingers into her and began to finger fuck her rapidly. I got teens back big cock behind her butt and she tensed up. Finally! “Answer me you fucking little twat! She was totally uninhibited when it came to trying new things during sex. This time it’s on my wife’s computer. "Welcome home Sweetheart.