The Bride in the Toilet

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This was a wedding, but for some reason it turned into a huge party. Guests

toasted praising him for finding a beautiful bride, and the groom happily drank to his heart's content.
Meanwhile, a shocking scene was unfolding in the hotel restroom.
"No, I'll call for help...please!"
"Go ahead and call, you slut!"
Old He had drunk quite a bit, but because he had work the next day, he hadn't gotten drunk. To avoid his

drunken colleagues, he made an excuse to relieve himself. Just as he was about to go into the restroom, he heard

sounds coming from above.
"Damn, what's going on? They're having a blast here." Old He cautiously opened the restroom door

a crack, but couldn't see anything; the sound was coming from one of the stalls.
Normally, Old He would have turned and left, but today, for some reason, he felt a surge of excitement and

was determined to see this live sex show.
He tiptoed into the restroom, closed the door behind him, and listened to the sounds.
"Ah! Don't do that, mmm... mmm."
A slightly cloyingly sweet female voice accompanied this, followed by soft slapping sounds from the stall.
Old He quickly entered the next stall after finding the source of the sound, stepped onto the toilet, and peered into the next room. He
was stunned by what he saw.
The bride, dressed in a white wedding gown, was sitting on the toilet, the gown pushed up to her upper body, her lower body almost naked

. A man, whose face was obscured, was thrusting his hips back and forth
, holding the bride's legs high. Each thrust produced a "slap," "slap" sound, and the bride moaned and groaned in response

.
After the initial shock, Old He felt only arousal and desire.
At the wedding, the groom was still with the guests, while the bride was being fucked in the bathroom. Seeing

all this, Old He felt his penis harden.
The man held the bride's legs high, their point of contact completely visible to Old He; he could even

clearly see the fluid on the bride's white vulva.
The man's penis moved in and out of the bride's vagina, covered in white foam.
He thrust harder and harder, the bride's body swaying violently, her cries growing louder.
"Please...please...be gentle,"
the man cried, emboldened by her moans, thrusting forward with a sudden burst of energy.
"Ah...!" The bride's eyes rolled back in shock.
The sounds of their thrusting grew louder in the bathroom, filling the entire space with a peculiar odor.
The man seemed to have no intention of changing positions, remaining in that position for about five minutes.
Suddenly, he began to thrust rapidly, his breathing becoming increasingly heavy.
The bride, who had been almost enjoying herself, cried out in shock, "No, this isn't enough, please...

ah!" The intense stimulation rendered her speechless; only audible sounds came from her mouth,

and her eyes began to roll upwards.
The man seemed unable to restrain himself any longer, forcefully pressing the bride's legs against her chest, his lower body

thrusting , the sounds of his penis slapping almost continuous. The bride's hands, which had initially resisted, clung tightly to his body.
The two finally calmed down. The man released the bride, withdrew his penis, and surprisingly, made a "pop" sound

as .
He casually grabbed two sheets of toilet paper to wipe himself, pulled up his pants, and turned to leave. The bride was still

convulsing.
She sat on the toilet with her eyes closed, completely exhausted.

A white fluid slowly dripped from between her legs, her body still twitching and trembling intermittently.
After a while, the bride's sobs and the sound of tearing toilet paper came from next door.
Old He, who had initially planned to leave, suddenly changed his mind after hearing the bride's cries.
He walked out of the stall, locked the bathroom door, and as he stood in the doorway of the bride's stall, he

felt a trembling excitement.
He kicked open the stall door and saw the bride sitting on the toilet, wiping away

the semen left by the previous man with toilet paper.
Upon seeing Lao He, the bride didn't scream, seemingly still

dazed .
Between her parted legs, a swollen, red vulva was faintly visible, along with some

white —it was unclear whether it was the previous man's semen or the bride's own vaginal fluid.
Lao He strode over to the bride, grabbed her legs, and hoisted them onto his shoulders,

completely exposing her vulva. Only then did the bride seem to react, pushing against Lao He with her hands. However, she was no match for him, and after the intense encounter, she didn't

even have the strength to stand . 　　"No, please, please let me go," tears streamed down the bride's face. 　　But Lao He was already burning with lust and had no intention of letting her go. Seeing the bride's tears only fueled his desire. 　　Old He didn't answer, but reached out and touched the bride's genitals. They were still wet. Ignoring the fact that the man had ejaculated inside her, Old He extended a finger and slid it between the folds of her vagina, occasionally touching the clitoris that was erect from their intense intercourse. Each time, the bride's body would tremble with stimulation. The last time they had intercourse had been so recent, her body was still sensitive and couldn't withstand any further teasing. 　　Soon, the bride's vagina was wet again. Old He impatiently pulled down his pants, revealing his already incredibly penis. Old He's penis was more like a Western type—long and large, significantly larger than the man's. 　　The bride, startled by Old He's penis, tried to pull her legs back. Old He, as if prepared, gripped his penis and leaned forward. 　　With a "plop," his penis went in halfway. The bride's body jerked back, her mouth open but no sound came out . 　　The penis had entered the bride's body…? The instant inside sent a shiver of pleasure through Old He; it was so tight. 　　Old He was now blinded by desire, no longer caring about the bride. He pushed his penis deeper and deeper.

The bride seemed to have only recently been penetrated; her vagina was unusually tight, and despite considerable effort, he couldn't

fully . Old He had no choice but to give up. By this time, the bride had already fainted; having only been penetrated a few times,

she couldn't withstand Old He's onslaught.
Old He slowly withdrew his penis, feeling the softness of the bride's body, as if countless tiny hands were massaging his

penis . Old He wasn't unfamiliar with women, but this woman was the best he had ever been with.
Old He gently thrust in and out; although he still couldn't fully insert his penis, he already felt

very satisfied .
As Old He thrust, the bride's vagina became increasingly wet, and his movements became smoother

. Just then, the bride awoke. Upon waking, she felt

waves of intense fullness and pleasure washing over her, and she instinctively moaned.
Hearing the bride's alluring voice and feeling the contractions within her vagina, Old He became increasingly excited, barely controlling

himself to avoid being too rough; he wanted to enjoy himself a little longer.
After a while, the bride gradually regained full consciousness, but the moans didn't stop. She

couldn't control ; every time Lao He thrust forward, her body would instinctively arch backward, her hips

lifting in response to his movements.
"Please... um... hurry up... ah, there are still..."
The bride struggled to finish a sentence.
At this moment, Lao He also became more aware and remembered that this was the wedding venue, and someone outside might be looking for

the bride who was moaning beneath him at any time.
By this time, the bride's vagina was completely wet, and some of her vaginal fluid was even dripping onto

the ground from their point of contact. Lao He leaned down and kissed the bride's sexy lips. With Lao He's movements, the bride couldn't withstand his

penetration and arched her back slightly, but ultimately closed her eyes and accepted his kiss.
Lao He's tongue swirled wildly in the bride's mouth, and when the bride was also aroused, he suddenly thrust forward,

his large penis, lubricated by the bride's vaginal fluid, fully penetrating her body.
The bride's almond-shaped eyes were wide open, her mouth being kissed by Lao He, and she could only make "woo-woo-woo" sounds. Her body was

completely pressed against the wall, cutting off her last escape route.
Knowing that time was of the essence, Lao He abandoned his previous gentleness, kissing the bride's mouth and beginning

to thrust . Each time his penis withdrew, only the head remained inside, and each time it thrust in
, it was completely submerged. The bride could only moan "woo...woo...woo," her body trembling with Lao He's thrusts.
With Lao He's forceful thrusts, the fluid between their bodies increased, and with each penetration, a few drops of the bride's

vaginal fluid would fly out, splashing onto the floor and the surrounding wooden boards.
The entire bathroom echoed with "slap slap" sounds, even more intense and louder than with the previous man.
At this moment, the bride could no longer think; her mind was completely overwhelmed by the pleasure surging through her body.

Waves of pleasure were unlike anything she had ever experienced before. The intense pleasure had completely captivated her,

and she could only move with Lao He's body, her hands tightly embracing the man before her.
Old He finally released the bride's mouth, but she couldn't utter a word. She could only unconsciously

moan and cry out with each powerful thrust and the intense pleasure coursing through her body. The sounds even carried into the bathroom

hallway. She no longer cared about being discovered; she was incapable of thinking.
After an unknown amount of time, the bride's voice became hoarse, but waves of pleasure continued to wash over her. Old

He paused, then bent down and embraced the bride, pressing his entire body against hers, kissing her neck, and began

thrusting again.
This time, Old He used all his strength, wanting to crush the bride inside him. Each thrust

made a "thump...thump..." sound against the toilet, the sounds of their intercourse blending together once more. He held

the bride .
"Uh...uh...uh," the bride was so stimulated that she couldn't even moan anymore. Her eyes rolled back, and as

she made "uh...uh" sounds, a trickle of saliva unconsciously escaped her lips.
Old He finally felt the urge to ejaculate, increasing the speed of his thrusts while murmuring in the bride's ear, "

I'm going to fuck you to death, I'm going to fuck you to death, shoot inside your cunt, make you pregnant with my child..."
The bride could no longer hear Old He's voice, and forgot to beg him not to ejaculate inside her;

the intense pleasure was too much for her to do anything but move her body.
Finally, Old He let out a low growl and stopped moving, his penis completely inside the bride's vagina, streams of

semen flowing into her body, ejaculating for a full minute before he finished.
Old He lay on top of the bride, panting heavily, having never felt so satisfied before. He felt that if he had ejaculated any

longer , he would have died.
The bride in his arms was trembling, and Old He gently patted her to soothe her.
After recovering for a while, Old He climbed off the bride, who was now completely unrecognizable as a

newlywed . Her naked lower body was a mess, her vulva trembling incessantly, surrounded by foamy fluid, and

drops of semen dripping from her vagina onto the floor, almost forming a thin line.
The bride, half-lying on the toilet, convulsed, her eyes rolled back, drool dripping from her mouth;

if one didn't see the state of her lower body, one might think
she was suffering from some kind of illness. After wiping his tools, Old He pulled up his pants. Looking at the bride again, he still thought she was so beautiful, and

his penis, which had just ejaculated, felt aroused again. But now wasn't the time. Old He took out his phone and took dozens of photos of the bride from various angles, still recovering from

her orgasm, for his own enjoyment.
"Perhaps there will be another chance later," Old He slyly glanced at the photos on his phone, then turned and left

the bathroom . As for the bride, she could deal with
it herself.

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