Best man and bride

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Last autumn, I received a wedding invitation from a junior from university. We weren't actually very close back then; we'd only met once, about two months before his wedding, and exchanged contact information and business cards. Then this invitation came flooding in! I figured it wouldn't hurt—a good meal and some good luck, I thought. But when the wedding was approaching and we finalized the itinerary, I discovered the location was in the south! Luckily, my junior had a tour bus with a group, but his best man had a last-minute emergency, so I had to fill in. Being a good Samaritan, I went ahead and did my best, but things got hectic! Just as I expected, I only managed a few bites on the day. Luckily, I'd had the foresight to eat some beforehand, but my junior and bride weren't having an easy time; they had to have a couple of drinks before they could even eat a proper meal! Later, the guests got so drunk they could barely stand. Thankfully, my junior's family helped settle the bill with the restaurant, preventing the banquet from ending too late. The table was a mess, but everyone was having a great time! As the last few guests were leaving, I looked outside—the tour bus had left before me. A tipsy, outgoing junior classmate "enthusiastically" invited me and a group of other drunkards, whose eyes were practically glazed over, back to his place for another round of drinks.
When we arrived, his new apartment was impressive, with a great view! His parents could stay downstairs, while the young couple occupied a nearly 50-square-meter fourth-floor apartment—plenty of rooms, so sleeping arrangements weren't a problem. While I was thinking this, the banquet was already prepared, and nearly ten of us, including myself, filled a table. As everyone drank and became more animated, the atmosphere became much warmer. We started talking about the bride and then the groom, only to discover that the bride was also the groom's junior classmate, giving the junior a significant advantage. After a few drinks, the conversation inevitably turned to the newlyweds' evening. A while later, the bride left to freshen up, and four or five of the men at the table took the opportunity to leave. One of the more sober ones drove the group of drunkards away.
A moment later, the bride, having finished her toilette, emerged in a vibrant red short evening gown. The bright red accentuated her elegant complexion, making her skin appear even fairer. The gown's cut was quite unique, subtly revealing her rounded shoulders and a slit in the front that plunged to her cleavage, topped with a delicate bow at the nape of her neck. Her curvaceous figure was on full display, her fair face still flushed with the scent of alcohol, exuding undeniable sexiness. The wide, sheer skirt slit high to her hips, revealing her snow-white, shapely thighs that were impossible to look away from. Such a figure was completely hidden in the bridal gown; unfortunately, the guests tonight wouldn't have the chance to witness it. My junior is so lucky to have married such an elegant and beautiful bride; I hear she's the daughter of a prominent family in the south! My junior must have put a lot of thought into his future career.
The bride kindly helped several rough men warm up some soup to sober them up. As she served them, I caught a glimpse of a thin, dark shadow out of the corner of my eye, a small triangle disappearing into her plump buttocks; what an enticing thong! It seemed this dignified and beautiful bride was quite looking forward to tonight... My junior, who couldn't hold his liquor, loved to drink, and with two other drunkards nearby who were good at persuading others to drink, they immediately targeted the bride for drinks. My drinking buddies, already slurring their words, kept bragging to my junior. The bride, sandwiched between the two, her full breasts and deep cleavage made everyone's tongues twitch even more. Everyone pretended not to see, just talking nonsense, but the slightly protruding nipples under the bride's clothes kept my eyes glued to them. How could this be?
I checked my watch and it was already one in the morning. Everyone said their goodbyes, their words slurred. Only the bride, groom, and I remained in the magnificent house. At the dinner table, my junior, still slurring his words, asked me if I was drunk. Usually, drunk people will ask others if they're still okay; the bride, on the other hand, was slumped on the leather sofa, half-reclining. I went over and sat opposite her. The bride was tired and, after spending the day together, wasn't on guard. Her reclining posture perfectly showcased her feminine charm. We chatted casually, praising her beauty and the excellence of her dress, pointing at her body as we talked. When we mentioned the dark mark on her lower back, the bride naturally turned around to look, her legs naturally spread apart, revealing a glimpse of her skin under her short skirt! The thin black fabric clung tightly to her thighs, creating a stark contrast with her snow-white thighs. The beautiful bride, turning around but unable to see anything amiss, quickly pulled her skirt back to cover herself, her rounded buttocks appearing and disappearing in the process. I pretended to be kind and gestured behind her, less than a centimeter from her shapely bottom. The bride suddenly realized what was happening, shyly lowering her head without uttering a word… The
outwardly dignified and beautiful bride, in fact, was more aware of the night's heat than if she were wearing no bra at all; she couldn't help but feel a secret delight when she sensed the men's greedy gazes. Her bra, thin as an ornament, might have been able to conceal a smaller-sized woman. Surrounded by such ample breasts, her sweet nipples would only become painfully sensitive; the male's voyeurism would often cause a surge of heat in her lower abdomen, her cheeks flushed half from drunkenness and half from sexual arousal; especially as she circled the warm soup, her pert, round buttocks raised high before the male's eyes, as she slowly and methodically prepared the dishes, the delicate lace tightly covering her plump labia, drawing the man's vague and greedy gaze; the thin lace was already soaked through, and if the bride hadn't restrained herself, she would have almost climaxed while indulging in the voyeurism. My actions,
if seen, would cause a huge misunderstanding! Realizing this, I immediately turned to see what my junior was doing? Completely drunk, he was still slumped on the table muttering to himself, how could he have time to notice his beautiful wife being groped? A moment later, the junior student staggered to his feet, wanting to go back to his room. "Senior, find a guest room to sleep in..." Before he could finish speaking, he slumped down in front of the bedroom. The bride, still drunk, couldn't get up, so I had to help her. The dizzy junior student went into the room, leaning against the wall. After using the bathroom, he collapsed onto the bed without making a sound. I helped him hang up his suit jacket, covered him with a blanket, and then closed the door and returned to the living room. The bride was already
fast asleep on the sofa. I tentatively called her twice, but there was no response. I nudged her shoulder, but still no reaction. Although it's said that one shouldn't mess with a friend's wife, how could one not be tempted by a stunningly beautiful bride lying drunk before you? So I boldly touched her breasts, and her plump breasts slowly sank in. I thought that if she woke up, I would pretend to shake her awake so she could go back to her room to sleep. The touch of my fingertips was soft and elastic, and I could clearly feel the nipples through her bra, which was probably made of thin fabric. The bride still didn't wake up, so I further cupped her snow-white breasts tightly with both hands and gently squeezed them. Suddenly, lust arose, and I sneaked behind the bride to loosen her bra. With a big movement, the bride shrugged and changed her position. My heart was pounding, and I was covered in cold sweat. I felt a little guilty, so I let go and turned to the bedroom to check on my junior. I heard snoring inside, and the groom was lying in the same position without moving. I felt relieved and returned to the beautiful lamb's side.
I boldly and slowly unzipped the side zipper under the bride's armpit, gently lifting it to reveal a loose bra hanging on her full breasts. My hands explored the smooth, soft flesh, the touch telling me it was the skin of a woman in her mid-twenties, the most beautiful age! Touching her filled me with both nervousness and excitement—it was truly thrilling! Not content with just touching her, I hastily helped the drunken bride into an even more alluring position; I placed one hand on her slender waist, and the other gently cupped her perfectly perky breasts, the asymmetrical mounds of soft flesh adding to her eroticism! Then, I rested her shapely calves on the chair, and draped the other beautiful leg over the armrest of the sofa, transforming the pure goddess into a wanton harlot in the blink of an eye! The bride, still tipsy, moaned softly, further arousing my lust. With one hand, I busily lifted her bright red dress, and with the other, I pushed aside her smooth thighs, revealing a sheer lace thong. I swallowed hard, quickly examining it closely.
The sleeping bride was unaware that she was being dissected by her complete stranger, a senior from her university. Her black lace trousers, with their delicate waistband, cinched her hourglass figure, accentuating her slender waist and full hips—a figure likely of exceptional quality, perhaps even surpassing that of a top-tier woman from a high-end brand like Tang Li Shi or Victoria. A thin, glossy black strap extended downwards, precisely wrapping around her secret garden, its slight indentation revealing her full vulva. The dampness at the folds was undeniably alluring. Lifting the dress slightly, a matching strapless demi-cup bra came into view. The thin black lace barely covered her erect nipples, the rosy areolas peeking out as if beckoning a muscular man. What a mature and alluring female body—truly arousing! I couldn't resist lowering my head and burying my face between the bride's legs. The fresh scent of her freshly washed body, mixed with the slightly acidic smell unique to women, was incredibly alluring. I gently parted the symbolic, tiny piece of fabric, revealing neatly arranged, triangular pubic hair. With her legs spread at a 120-degree angle, her full, rosy vulva was also slightly ajar. My fingers easily parted the two smooth, red labia, revealing a bud that was still a peach-pink color, its surroundings incredibly delicate. I parted it a little more, and the entrance was wet and glistening, with clumps of soft flesh inside oozing streams of crystal-clear fluid—so tempting! Two or three drops even dripped down my fingers onto the ground.
Facing her exposed vulva, I eagerly slid my middle finger into her little-explored jade cave. The warm, sticky sensation quickly enveloped my finger. The beautiful bride was still fast asleep. I began to gently thrust in and out, while my thumb pressed against her soft, gradually revealing clitoris, teasing her with light, gentle caresses. Although the beautiful woman was tipsy, her physical instincts were gradually awakening. Waves of stimulation conveyed a sensual desire, and her lust rose with each kneading and thrusting. The unease brought on by sexual desire made the new... The bride was slightly startled, her eyes glazed and half-opened. The alcohol had dulled her senses, and the main light in the living room made it hard for her to open her eyes. I didn't dare pull out my finger, afraid that hastily withdrawing it would startle the bride. Luckily, I remembered that my middle finger was much thinner than a penis. The bride, whose dress was half-open, had a body more alluring than if she were completely naked. Her small, thin panties should have covered her vagina, which was still tightly holding someone else's finger, tightly joined as if it were part of her body. Fortunately, she didn't notice the strange situation around her.
Although the alcohol made the beauty limp and lazy, she still politely asked, "Senior, aren't you tired?" I whispered, "Hmm... I'm fine." The bride, who couldn't hold her liquor, didn't notice anything amiss and fell into a deep sleep, but her hazy consciousness had already tacitly accepted the pleasure coming from her lower body. The slippery, soft flesh began to react to my fingers, bringing out a trickle of slightly cloudy fluid. The gradually engorged and reddened jade slit burned with nameless desire. My ring finger, dipped in some of the lustful fluid, attacked the bride's anus little by little, while my thumb kneaded the fully erect clitoris. The nimble wrist movements made the ripe bride's body awake but her mind hazy. Morality and the desire for intercourse were at war. The goddess's long, curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and she occasionally let out a long sigh. It seemed that my two-pronged approach was indeed effective.
As I gripped and vigorously manipulated her fingers, the exquisite female began to slightly thrust her mature lower body forward, as if to devour even deeper and more fingers. I seized the opportunity to lift her beautiful buttocks and turn her over, letting her upper body lie face down on the sofa. With my index finger joining my middle finger, her rosy areolas bounced up and down with each movement. Her hungry lower body knelt on the long-haired Persian carpet, and I quickly pulled down the gossamer-thin fabric of her private parts, lifting her bright red evening gown to cover her head and face. The newlywed beauty, her mind clouded, instinctively felt she shouldn't be making love in the living room with guests, but her aching body was completely at his mercy. Exposing her proud genitals amplified her exhibitionist pleasure, igniting the pent-up desire of the night. Her full breasts pressed into an admirable shape against the chair, and the bride naturally lowered her wasp waist, making her plump, round buttocks even more shapely and sensual. Her labia openly swallowed two fingers, and waves of lustful fluid, neither quite yellow nor quite white, flowed from her swollen vulva, forming a thin line between her petals and the carpet.
Unexpectedly, this elegant, virtuous, and generous bride became surprisingly wanton after being aroused. What man wouldn't want to touch such a married woman? Her high, slender waist and full buttocks swayed back and forth, her mouth murmuring incomprehensible moans and groans. The dress covering her face slipped down, revealing a face full of alluring beauty. The bride was still unaware that she wasn't being played with by her sworn brother from school! Seeing the bride so wanton, my penis, which had been restless for a long time, looked down and was dumbfounded! My penis, which was originally less than six inches when erect, had suddenly swelled to more than eight inches and was about two inches wide. I realized that the tonic wine and medicinal supplements that were supposed to be given to my junior that night had been left on the table for me to drink. In that case, it was only natural for me to go to war in place of my junior. I quickly stripped off my clothes, grabbed my peach-like breasts with both hands, and pressed my egg-sized, angular glans against my half-open vulva, plunging in mercilessly like a branding iron through butter. When had this pampered bride ever experienced such a thing? The bride, who had been pampered since childhood and was the center of attention, had never been treated so roughly by a beast in heat. Her originally fair face turned red, and her red lips turned pale as she endured the intense sexual pleasure mixed with pain. Lubricated by her vaginal fluids, my middle finger's knuckle entered the slightly moist passage and began to rotate gently. The bride, her mouth trembling, couldn't help but let out a moan: "Mmm...this is killing me...you're so ruthless...you've ruined me...oh...how am I going to live the rest of my life after you've fucked me like this..."
The slippery, abundant vaginal fluids allowed me to barely move in and out. The female body is naturally very adaptable to men, and after about a hundred thrusts, the narrow passage gradually adapted to my enormous member. Feeling wet, I couldn't help but thrust harder. I saw the vaginal muscles twitching and spitting out with each thrust of my penis, and streams of her juices were squeezed out and flowed down to her buttocks. To prevent my junior from hearing my joy in using his wife, I quickly used the fingers of my other hand to feed this newlywed bride who had been cheated on. Unexpectedly, the beautiful woman, whose beauty was as white as snow, used my fingers as another penis and smacked her lips with loud smacking sounds. Her full, firm breasts swayed back and forth with each penetration, a truly beautiful sight! To minimize bathroom breaks after wearing a well-fitting wedding dress, brides-to-be usually cleanse themselves the night before, some even undergoing enemas. Thinking of this, I no longer hesitated, and my middle finger plunged deep into her anus, moving incessantly. How could this inexperienced bride withstand such a three-pronged approach? I heard her pleading, "My dear husband...it feels so good...ah...put it in...all the way to my uterus...dry my...my hole..." I knew the snow-white bride in my arms was about to ejaculate, so I quickly aimed at her vulva, thrusting in and out vigorously. To make this incredibly seductive bride climax even more, I occasionally rubbed the pointed tip of my penis against her vulva.
As a result, the bride's body trembled all over after I did this, and she was sore and numb that she couldn't speak. In order to insert my thick and long penis, which was not fully inserted, into her tender flesh overflowing with semen, I lifted up the bride's plump pink buttocks and adopted the position of man on top of woman, so that my big penis with bulging veins could be inserted to the root! The fragrant, steaming white buns were tossed before my eyes like jelly. I couldn't resist squeezing her smooth, pink breasts with one hand, and gently biting and licking her creamy nipples. The bride was now aroused, thrusting wildly, wanting to penetrate deeply with each stroke, leaving only her testicles unseaten. I looked down at her swollen, excited labia, which resembled a small mouth. I didn't care about breaking the skin as I relentlessly thrust in and out. I heard her soft, seductive moan: "Mmm...oh...what is that...it's sour, numb, and spicy..." The bride trembled violently, a hot, vacuum-like contraction sucking at my nearly bursting penis. My ejaculation was released, and the tightness of her vaginal walls before orgasm allowed me to ejaculate seven or eight streams of hot semen. The thick, sticky semen rushed straight to her soft clitoris, burning against her cervix with great pleasure. The ejaculation caused her vaginal walls to tighten, and even more thick, lustful fluid gushed out, flowing down her scrotum to her thighs. My buttocks were soaked in her joyful juices. Seeing the alluring sight of this earthly beauty as she emerged from her trance, words could hardly describe it.
My body, prone to orgasms, had already ejaculated twice, and the bride, still slightly drunk, leaned softly against me, panting. Her soft, warm breasts pressed against my skin—it was truly blissful! Having taken tonics and wine, and having stolen my junior's wife, my penis, unusually hard after ejaculating, remained trembling inside her beautiful vagina. My lower body was covered in her semen and juices. My lips, from her nipples to her rounded shoulders, from her pink neck to her fiery lips, freely stirred within her almond-shaped mouth. The languid, wanton bride slowly opened her starry eyes, mumbling, "Husband… I can't take it if this happens every day…" Our eyes met, and the bride was utterly astonished! She swallowed back the words she hadn't finished speaking, her face filled with panic as she desperately tried to break free, but her body was weak and sore, and she could only weakly pound my back, unable to break free of the iron wrists handcuffed to her waist; the humiliation of losing her self-respect made the bride regret her earlier involvement, yet she also realized that this deadly climax was unprecedented. Should she blame this scoundrel for taking advantage of her vulnerability? Or should she blame herself for being drunk and promiscuous? The conflicted feelings left the bride at a loss.
The solid feeling of the huge penis still inserted in her flesh hole did not diminish due to the conflict; the struggle of her lower body amplified the pleasure, spreading like ripples, and the friction of the struggle caused her juices to flow freely; the bride's heart skipped a beat, and she said repeatedly: Senior, you've had your fill! Let me go! We can't go on like this... I sensed a loophole in her words and deliberately said: You weren't like this when you first came to me, saying that as long as it was fun, you could do whatever you wanted? Was it all drunken nonsense? “I gently twitched my fleshy snake, and the slut immediately let out a series of sensitive moans. How about this? As long as you let me have my fill, we'll completely forget about tonight, okay?” The conflicted bride was already caught in a dilemma, but once was a mistake, two or three times was also a mistake, her heart had already wavered, she just didn't know how to back down; I saw through this seductive young woman's thoughts, and deliberately pulled my large fleshy whip out about 80%, the bride subconsciously welcoming it, this action brought out a large puddle of lustful fluid, she couldn't help but look at the lewd scene of the huge cock inserted into the narrow opening; I went in and out five or six times, letting her have her fill of the view, and when she was fantasizing, I said: “Still lying to me? I think you won't be satisfied until your little mouth is full, unless you want to be hungry for the rest of your life!” Intoxicated by pleasure, the bride finally softened, and said shyly and wantonly: Okay... don't lie to me... today I'll let you have your fill of pleasure…”
I triumphantly pinched her nipples. Because the bride was pressing down on me, I couldn't make any large movements, but she had taken the initiative. Her clitoris was pressed against my coarse pubic hair, and the friction had made her tender clitoris swell to the size of a bean, causing her to gush with lustful fluids and moan incessantly. I slightly parted our genitals, letting the subdued bride see my penis slowly and rhythmically moving in and out of her private parts, her delicate labia opening and closing accordingly. Witnessing it firsthand only made her more lewd. Although she was sufficiently wet, her virgin vulva had just experienced a fierce battle, and her labia were swollen and slightly sore, resulting in reduced secretions. Seeing the beauty's anxious expression and furrowed brows, I thought that the night was long and there was no rush. I might as well explore another virgin territory first, so I slowly withdrew my penis. Although the bride was reluctant, seeing my confidence, she smiled knowingly. This slut seemed quite looking forward to how I would play with her!
Having just tried the narrow dry passage, I found that although the anus was tight, it did not feel dry when stirred slightly by two long fingers. Instead, it became somewhat moist, presumably due to the lubrication of rectal fluid. Moreover, the tightness was exquisite. I wonder what it would be like to have a fleshy pillar inserted inside. I pressed my large, round glans against her anus, while simultaneously digging into her vagina and teasing her breasts, getting my hands covered in her juices. The bride, now desperate with lust, was willing to do anything I asked. She arched her back and buttocks, sticking her tight, fleshy opening high, saying, "My darling, this is my first time, be gentle..." I quickly wet my glans, repositioned it at her opening, and thrust in. The bride was speechless, looking down to see that only a little bit had entered. She frowned and sighed deeply, her round buttocks clenched tightly. I quickly and gently pulled in and out, trying to relax her and let her secrete more juices. I scooped some out and smeared it on my penis. After seventy or eighty thrusts, her anus wasn't clenched as tightly anymore, and it felt even drier, warmer, and more interesting. The bride's bodily fluids were so abundant that even her narrow anus seemed to secrete intestinal fluid, making it easier to penetrate her tight anus! It seems this slut would have made her junior cuckolded every day even without me. After two or three hundred thrusts, the initial discomfort gradually faded, replaced by a completely different kind of pleasure that tickled her full, mature genitals. Her anus is surrounded by nerve endings, and the rectum and vagina are separated only by a thin layer of skin. The sensitive bride's ripe genitals had just finished their climax, and now her anus was being thoroughly penetrated by my strong, thick cock, completely exposing her second erogenous zone.
While I was thrusting, my hands weren't idle either, rhythmically stirring her honeypot. After nearly a thousand thrusts, the bride, having tasted the sweetness, was almost lost in pleasure and climaxed several more times! At first, I could make out what she was humming, but later her juices flowed freely. I couldn't tell if it was pleasure or pain. I saw her slender waist twist and her plump buttocks sway violently. Her snow-white, tender buttocks were being emptied and were now just the right tightness, gripping the flashlight-thick penis with great pleasure. The beautiful bride eventually gave up all resistance, letting the stranger thrust into her at will until her legs could no longer close and she collapsed, completely limp and powerless. Her "water-like, fish-like" appearance was truly the epitome of wantonness! Seeing this, my penis throbbed wildly, and I released my semen, thick and nourishing, pouring it all into her tight, soft buttocks. Her anus, sprayed with a stream of hot liquid, instinctively contracted, squeezing out all the semen from my penis. When the last drop was squeezed out, I pulled my penis out of her tight jade gate and discovered that the bride's anus had been turned inside out, leaving a gaping hole the size of an egg that couldn't close. Thick, white fluid slowly flowed back down her thighs, covering the floor—a truly pathetic sight. I saw her labia minora turned outwards, bright red and glistening, quite lovely. So I inserted my still-erect penis again. She was exhausted and unable to hold her liquor. Even with penetration, she couldn't help but fall asleep. I gently thrust in and out, and she still hummed softly. Satisfied, I left my penis inside her and also fell into a deep sleep...
The southern summer mornings are early. Birds chirped on the windowpane, waking the nearly naked bride, still hungover. Still half-asleep and groggy, her headache subsided after a rest. Just as she was about to get up, she felt a strange sensation in her lower body. The soft yet firm penis was still inside her. Looking back, she saw her nemesis from the previous night still asleep. Recalling how she had been violated multiple times by a complete stranger, she blushed with shame. Yet, the intense pleasure and repeated orgasms she experienced were unprecedented. This sweet sensation made her heart itch. She felt her vagina, still wet with his penis, glistening with moisture. Her morning erection, soaked in the fluid, made it even thicker and longer, pressing against her sensitive spot. Pulling out his penis for a closer look, she saw it was nearly six inches long, incredibly hot, with a round, plump glans that was hard and purplish. With a gentle touch of her soft fingers, it swelled up another three or four inches, becoming nearly seven or eight inches long! The glans was extremely deep, its veins uneven and bulging, making the newlywed young woman's heart itch unbearably. She couldn't help but part her lips and suck on the penis, licking the glans and urethral opening. She especially loved the two testicles inside the scrotum, and after a while, she felt it wasn't enough, so she continued to suck and lick them. The bride's lust woke me up. Seeing the alluring woman in my arms so wanton, I couldn't help but thrust my huge penis in. The bride felt dizzy from being pushed to the throat and slumped back against the sofa. I quickly carried her to the sofa, thinking she was too weak to handle it, but she smiled and said to me with a hint of anger: "Weren't you satisfied with what you did to me last night? Now you're taking advantage of me again..." I felt relieved and flirted with her, saying: "What a slutty woman, last night there was meat all over the table, didn't this mouth give you enough?"
The bride gave me a coquettish glare, then draped her long, shapely legs over the back of the chair, lying head down on the sofa. Her slender fingers gripped the iron rod that was almost touching her navel and brought it to her mouth. The massive penis magically disappeared into her luscious red lips, until nearly eight-tenths of it was completely submerged in her alluring mouth. The sight of my thick penis relentlessly pounding against her slender neck was truly obscene, causing my glans to overflow with salty fluid. The beautiful bride was having a wonderful time; because she was tilting her head back, she could swallow it even deeper. At the height of her passion, my eight-tenths of my penis was completely inside her throat, sucking so hard that my hair stood on end and my whole body trembled! At the peak of my pleasure, my penis suddenly swelled, and the slut knew I was about to ejaculate, so she sucked it all the way in, the pent-up fluids bursting into her greedy mouth! The bride swallowed it mouthful by mouthful like a baby nursing. Just
as I was reaching my climax, I suddenly heard the sound of the bathroom flushing. My junior had woken up! Ignoring his half-shot penis and the drool dripping from his genitals, the lonely man and woman quickly separated. The bride simply flipped down her evening gown and zipped it up, while I frantically pulled back my shirt and trousers, wondering if the pimp had seen his dignified wife being penetrated and slept by another man last night. As soon as my junior opened the door, the bride, feeling guilty, immediately said in a coquettish voice, "Honey, you were so tired yesterday, why didn't you rest a little longer? You've got nothing to do these past few days." I was startled to see the alluring lace panties on the floor, quickly stepped on them, and secretly slipped them into my pocket during a break in the conversation, unconsciously recalling how they barely covered my ample lower body. My junior, looking exhausted, yawned and said, "I woke up with a stomachache and didn't see you sleeping in the bedroom. Thinking about it, yesterday was really tiring!" "We can go back to our room and sleep a little later..."
The junior looked at the delicate bride, whose face was tired but whose cheeks were flushed, and was a little puzzled; but when he saw his wife's snow-white and full breasts, he felt an impulse. Because there were outsiders present, he did not dare to do anything, so he could only hug her alluring waist and stroke her up and down. The slightest touch of her soft and plump breasts made him linger. The bride said that she had to prepare tea to sober up and went to the side to prepare. The junior had no choice but to chat with me on the sofa. Fortunately, he did not touch her fat buttocks that were not wearing underwear. Otherwise, just the fact that his wife was in a vacuum and there with the guests might have made me bleed five steps away! The beautiful young woman came over with an elegant posture carrying a tea tray. When she squatted down to arrange the tea set in front of the junior, her fair and beautiful buttocks, which could not be covered by her short dress, were extremely alluring. Upon closer inspection, the fine pubic hair at the top was faintly visible! A moment later, I saw her stand up and bend over to pick at the tea leaves, her entire plump, white buttocks were displayed before my eyes without reservation. Due to the position, the tender red labia between her fair, soft flesh were clearly visible, swaying in front of me! This beautiful sight of red and white made my unsatisfied penis throb wildly!
The stunningly beautiful bride was caught between two lustful men, experiencing the thrill of exposing her private parts to her lover in front of her husband. Coupled with the emptiness left by the interruption of her passionate oral sex, her body and mind were restless. She knew her behavior was indecent, but her translucent vaginal fluid had already overflowed from her burning labia. While preparing the tea to help her sober up, she fantasized about the ecstasy of her vagina being penetrated by the huge penis. From an angle unseen by her junior, her aroused fluids quietly flowed down her shapely calves to her heels. Meanwhile, her junior was unaware that his beloved wife's heart had already flown to the enormous penis opposite her. After drinking two cups of tea, my junior's stomach started cramping again, so he rushed to the bathroom in the bedroom. His new wife and I, as if on cue, went over to check on him. By the door of their newlywed bedroom, I hastily pulled out my long-suppressed penis and quickly entered her expectant body from behind. She stood with her upper body leaning over the edge of the bed, letting me thrust in and out. The sneaky thrill made her still-wet vaginal walls secrete even more fluid. We were being careful enough, but there were still the unique sounds of fucking. The bride, who dared not make a sound, groaned softly, occasionally panting and moaning. This strange atmosphere made me feel so good that I almost melted, only knowing to passionately and eagerly fuck my new junior's sexy wife.
In this tense and exciting environment, the intense and rapid intercourse, with her lower body fully filled, lasted less than ten minutes before semen gushed out like an oil well, thick and scalding hot, all shooting into the newlywed's tight, fleshy vulva. Her uterus, repeatedly ravaged, was powerfully and continuously ejaculated, and the bride reached an unprecedented climax. Completely immersed in the experience, she unconsciously thrust her plump buttocks back and forth, using the still-erect penis to continue rubbing her soft, juicy vagina, prolonging the peak of her sexual anticipation. Watching her enjoy the special sensation of the gradually softening penis inside her, her seductive demeanor was utterly lewd! When the penis was withdrawn afterward, a large pool of slightly yellowish-white vaginal fluid came out; then her husband flushed the toilet! The two quickly grabbed some toilet paper to wipe their exhausted genitals, not caring whether they were completely clean, and hurriedly threw them into the trash can; just then, the junior opened the door… what a close call!
On the way back to Taipei, my whole body was sore, but this night was truly unforgettable! After the car got on the road, I took out the thong that was curled up in my pocket, spread out the delicate black lace, and I could still smell the faint sour smell of my junior's newlywed wife, the same smell as my penis; I thought I would see her again, maybe when my junior was still around.

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