My experience as a bridesmaid

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My name is Yaqi, I'm 22 years old, and I just graduated from university and started working at a foreign trade company. I'm a white-collar worker that everyone envies. People envy me not only because I have a good job, but more importantly because of my own advantages. Even without heels, I'm 170cm tall, with measurements of 84-62-86, and my legs are 98cm long. I'm a typical office lady, so I always dress professionally for work: a business shirt with a blazer, a tight-fitting skirt, nude or black stockings, and stiletto heels. My advantages are my height and leg length, and of course, my looks are also undeniable. High heels not only accentuate my leg length but also make me appear taller, so I usually wear heels over 8cm. Every time I walk to work, I attract countless men's attention. I can understand them; who wouldn't be attracted to a beautiful woman, especially a professional woman like me? But I'm definitely not a promiscuous woman. Although various kinds of contact between men and women are normal in today's society, it's absolutely essential not to cross the line. Of course, I mean not to do anything reckless. If I meet a guy I truly like, and he likes me too, I don't mind premarital sex. So my current boyfriend is my college classmate, and we lived together for a long time during college. Now that we've graduated, we live in different cities, so I'm currently single.

My best friend, Xiaoli, is my junior high school classmate, and we're very close. She also had a very good boyfriend in college, both families were well-off, and they both had stable jobs after graduation, so they chose to get married. As Xiaoli's best friend, I naturally became her bridesmaid at her wedding. But what I didn't expect was that at her wedding, I became a plaything for many people.

Being a bridesmaid is supposed to be troublesome, so I didn't choose to wear a dress after getting up early in the morning. But I'm used to showing off my long, slender legs to everyone, so I chose to wear tight, low-waisted jeans, a white t-shirt, and of course, a pair of high heels. Because I was wearing low-rise jeans, my underwear was likely to show, so I opted for a thong. After getting dressed, I headed to Xiaoli's house.

When I arrived, I found many people already there. It was a wedding, so there were relatives and friends everywhere, making it very lively.

"Yaqi, come quick, I've prepared your bridesmaid dress!" Xiaoli, the bride, called out when she saw me.

"Coming," I replied, walking straight into Xiaoli's room.

"Wow, Xiaoli looks so beautiful today," I teased.

"Alright, stop laughing at me. With a beauty like you as my bridesmaid, everyone will look at you, not me, haha. Okay, enough talk, hurry up and change into your bridesmaid dress, the wedding car will be here soon." "

There's a bridesmaid dress? Let me see," I said, walking towards the bed.

I was immediately annoyed when I saw the dress. It was a strapless little dress, quite pretty, but the skirt was a bit short. But it didn't matter; the bridesmaid would just be standing next to the bride, so there shouldn't be any big movements, and it wouldn't be a wardrobe malfunction.

"Yaqi, don't just stand there! Hurry up and change! Oh, and those flesh-colored pantyhose and white high heels by the bed are yours too," Xiaoli said anxiously.

"Okay, I'm changing."

With that, I grabbed all my clothes and went into the dressing room. Luckily, I could remove the bra straps today, otherwise it would have been a real problem. But I was wearing a thong today, and the skirt was so short it only reached below my thighs. If I exposed myself, everyone would see everything. Oh well, there's no time now. I'll change first. I took off my t-shirt and jeans, removed the bra straps, and then put on the flesh-colored pantyhose, followed by the strapless dress. Standing in front of the mirror, I looked quite pleased with myself. Then I put on the white high heels—I looked like a sexy beauty!

After getting dressed, I went outside. When I stood by Xiaoli's bed, I could clearly feel all the men in the room staring at me. Some were looking at my chest, some at my legs, all seemingly wanting to pin me down immediately. I'm used to men looking at me like that; any normal man would react that way. Look all you want, you can't really see anything, as long as I'm careful not to expose myself.

After chatting with Xiaoli for a while, I heard firecracker vendors downstairs; it seemed the groom had arrived. Everyone was getting ready when Xiaoli whispered in my ear, "Yaqi, they have a custom of teasing the bride and bridesmaids at weddings here. Be careful, you're so pretty and dressed so sexily, don't let anyone take advantage of you." "I know that's a custom at weddings, but it's fine. As long as it's not too excessive, it's okay. I often encounter people touching my butt or my chest on the bus and subway; I'm used to it. Just don't go too far, a touch or a pat is fine," I said.

As I was talking, the groom came up with his entourage. I was shocked; there were at least a dozen people with him. Sure enough, after they saw the bride, they all fixed their eyes on me. After the ceremony at home was completed, I went out with the bride. Once outside, everyone said the groom had to carry the bride downstairs, that her feet couldn't touch the ground, so that their future would be smooth sailing. Good heavens, this was the 18th floor! Carrying her all the way down would be exhausting! The groom readily agreed, lifting the bride and heading towards the stairs. I stood there, smiling as I watched him carry her away. Just then, I suddenly felt someone lift me up horizontally, and I screamed in fright. I saw a huge, fat man, at least 220 pounds, lifting me horizontally with one hand under my legs and the other supporting my waist. Before I could even speak, the fat man said, "The bridesmaids have to be carried too." I was speechless. What kind of rules are these? That fat man's left hand was on my stockinged thigh, and his right hand was just below my chest, as he walked towards the stairs. Upstairs, that fat bastard took advantage of me countless times, constantly groping my legs and his right hand repeatedly touching my chest. My skirt was too short, and I was afraid of exposing myself, so I kept my legs tightly closed. When the fat man couldn't lift me anymore, other people would come over to help him lift me up. My God, when they lifted me, they were directly touching my buttocks! How could they do that? It was too much! I was taken advantage of so many times along the way, but finally we arrived at the wedding car. When I sat next to the bride, Xiaoli noticed my face was all red and asked what was wrong. I couldn't say anything, since they had touched my whole body, so I just said it was probably too hot and I was fine. After a half-hour drive, we arrived at the groom's house. On the way up, I thought, "That's enough fun, I hope no one else will take advantage of me anymore." The ceremony at the groom's house was simple, and then the bride and groom went to their new house to have the photographer take some pictures. I thought my mission was complete and was about to go get some water when I heard someone shout that it was time to start teasing the bridesmaids. I was startled. How much more teasing? Don't go too far! Then I was pushed and pulled by seven or eight men into a nearby room. Once inside, they hugged and pushed me, and I screamed, "Stop teasing me! You're going too far!" The fat guy who started it said, "Everyone's happy today, so we're going to tease you. There's no such thing as going too far. Don't take it to heart, everyone's happy." Before I could say anything, the fat guy grabbed me and threw me onto the bed. That fat guy even got on the bed and pressed down on me, his hands groping me all over. I felt like I was about to be raped, and I kept screaming and pushing him away. But I was no match for him, and soon I ran out of energy. At this moment, the fat man said, "The groom is getting married today, so he can have some fun with the bride tonight. We're not so lucky; we can only dream about it. As the bride's best friend, we'll demonstrate—of course, it won't be real. Haha." I immediately panicked. What did he mean by "demonstrate"? Did he expect me to have sex with him? No way! Then, the fat man directly spread my legs and pulled up my skirt, completely exposing my lower body to them. I was wearing pink thong underwear under flesh-colored pantyhose. I screamed, "No! Let me go! You can't do this!" The people standing next to the bed were also stunned by this scene.

"Damn, I didn't expect you to dress so sexy. Isn't this tempting us to commit a crime?" the fat man laughed.

"Let me go! You guys are going too far!"

"It's okay, I told you I wouldn't do it for real. We always tease the bridesmaids at other people's weddings, don't worry."

At this moment, the fat man actually spread my legs wide apart and pressed me down, making up-and-down movements. I could clearly feel that the fat man's penis was already hard. Because it was summer, his pants were very thin, and his penis kept rubbing against my vaginal opening through his pants, my stockings, and my underwear. I kept screaming, but the more I screamed, the more excited he seemed to get. His lower body kept rubbing against my vaginal opening, and his hands kept squeezing my breasts. I felt like I was being raped, except that I wasn't actually penetrated. Poor me, such a beautiful and sexy woman, being ravaged by such a fat man. Perhaps it was because I hadn't had sex in so long, but being ravaged like this, I slowly started to feel something. I felt like I was already wet, and the fat man got more and more excited, squeezing my breasts with both hands. Because I was wearing a strapless dress, with his constant squeezing and his thrusting, my dress was lifted up to my waist, and the strapless part was pulled down, completely exposing my bra. Fortunately, he didn't tear my bra off further; maybe, like he said, it was just for fun and wouldn't be real. I'm a normal woman, and I have physical needs too, so it was impossible for me not to react to him playing with me like this. Gradually, my resistance lessened, and I even started to enjoy it. The fat man noticed my change and stopped what he was doing, saying, "We won't actually do it, but we can't stand you like this. How about this, I'll do it like this, and you cooperate a little. With your looks and figure, just think of it as helping us masturbate. We'll ejaculate in no time, and once we've all ejaculated, no one will bother you anymore. It won't really harm you much; at most, we'll just be the ones who benefit." I didn't expect him to make such a request, but after thinking about it carefully, what he said made sense. They were bound to bother me today, so instead of letting them take advantage of me, it was better to help them ejaculate. Once a man ejaculates, he doesn't have much desire anymore. So I said, "Okay, I agree, but you have to know when to stop. Don't do it for real, and don't take off my clothes any further." Everyone agreed, no problem. That's when I realized there were eight men in the room. Wasn't I essentially being gang-raped by all eight of them? At this moment, the fat man got up and started taking off his clothes. I immediately said, "What are you doing? Didn't we agree not to do it for real?" "We didn't mean to, but I still feel like I have too many clothes, it's not comfortable. I'll take off a few pieces, don't worry, I won't take off my underwear," the fat man replied. In a short while, the fat man was down to his underwear. His underwear was bulging high from his penis, and even through it, I could tell his penis was huge. If we were to do it for real, I definitely wouldn't be able to handle it. The fat man pounced on me like a hungry wolf, saying, "Can you wrap your legs around my waist? That would be more realistic." Hearing his words, I inexplicably wrapped my long legs around his waist. Although we were both still wearing underwear, I could already clearly feel his penis. He was definitely an expert. Even through my underwear, his penis accurately found my vaginal opening. He thrust in and out of my vagina repeatedly through the two pairs of underwear, and I moaned softly with each thrust. Many times, I could clearly feel his penis had penetrated completely; his large glans entered my vagina through the two pairs of underwear, though only a little bit. My legs were wrapped around his waist, swinging with each thrust. My long, slender legs in flesh-colored stockings wrapped around his waist must have given him a unique pleasure. My body swayed constantly, my breasts bouncing up and down under his relentless thrusting. After about ten minutes of thrusting, the fat man seemed to ejaculate with a roar. When he stood up, I saw that his underwear was very wet, and there were even marks on my stockings. Before I could even catch my breath, another man, stripped down to his underwear, pressed himself against me. I guessed he was a virgin; he only thrust for two or three minutes before stopping. When I looked down, I realized he had already ejaculated. The third man was clearly more experienced; he went too far and even pulled down his underwear. He was only the second man I'd ever seen with a penis besides my boyfriend's—it was so thick and long. After being with the first two men like this, I was clearly aroused and didn't care about anything else. As long as he wasn't actually penetrating me, I could take my clothes off as I pleased; I was still wearing stockings and underwear. This man didn't press himself against me; he lifted me to the edge of the bed, stood, and spread my legs so his penis could naturally align with my vaginal opening. And so, through the stockings and underwear, he tried to enter me again and again. His movements were noticeably more forceful. I felt at least a third of his thick penis had entered my vagina through my stockings and underwear. I had a feeling he could easily puncture them and penetrate me. There was a large dressing mirror beside the bed. I turned my head and saw myself lying on the edge of the bed, my slender legs, clad in stockings, spread apart and resting on my shoulders by a man's hands. My dress was bunched up at the waist, and my underwear was completely exposed. My body swayed with his thrusting. The man's movements quickened. I knew he was about to ejaculate. Wouldn't he ejaculate on me and stain my clothes? "Stop! You'll stain my clothes if you ejaculate like that!" I said. As soon as I finished speaking, he lowered my legs and quickly straddled me. I immediately understood what he was going to do. His movements clearly indicated he was going to ejaculate on my face. "No, stop, let me go!" I barely finished speaking when his semen shot onto my face. I closed my eyes in pain, feeling his still-erect penis poking wildly at my face, even trying to shove it into my mouth several times. I regretted my choice; they were really going too far. But alone in this situation, I had no chance to resist, only to endure their masturbation on me again and again. Fortunately, they didn't go any further, so I wasn't truly raped.

After they finished, I got up, straightened my clothes, cleaned the semen from my face, and left the room.

Later, I accompanied Xiaoli and her husband to the hotel for their formal wedding and a banquet to entertain all their relatives and friends. We were busy until 2 pm when our large group returned to Xiaoli and her husband's new home. Looking at those men from the morning, I felt an indescribable sadness. Xiaoli's wedding ceremony is finally over, and since I didn't have much to do, I was getting ready to go home. The thing is, seeing those men from this morning and thinking about what we did together still made me blush a little, so I told Xiaoli I was going home. But then Xiaoli's husband said, "You helped us a lot today, and we didn't have much fun. Let's all go sing karaoke this afternoon. Xiaoli said you sing really well." "Yes, Yaqi's singing is fantastic! Yaqi, let's go!" Xiaoli said. Seeing everyone saying this, I couldn't refuse, so I just nodded in agreement.

A group of about 10 people arrived at a very high-end karaoke bar. Four of the eight men from the morning had also come with us.Everyone at the karaoke bar was drinking, singing, and having a great time. I'm not a big drinker, but I can manage. That morning, the fat guy came and sat next to me first. Instinctively, I pulled my short skirt down a bit, afraid he might do something to me again. I left my jeans and t-shirt at Xiaoli's parents' house, so after the wedding ceremony, when I returned to her new home, I had changed out of my bridesmaid dress. Because I'm taller than Xiaoli, I couldn't wear her pants, so I had to choose her short skirt and one of her tight-fitting blouses. I was still wearing flesh-colored pantyhose and black stiletto heels. The fat guy sat next to me, drinking with me incessantly, saying, "Don't take what happened this morning to heart. We're all adults, nothing serious happened, we're all friends, don't be angry, okay?" I thought about it and realized he was right. I couldn't be petty. Everyone who came to Xiaoli's wedding was definitely a friend, and nothing serious really happened, except that they took advantage of me quite a bit, so I didn't dwell on it. We were all young, so we quickly became friends, singing and drinking together, having a great time. Around 6 o'clock, Xiaoli's husband received a call from home saying that some relatives hadn't left yet, and they needed to go back to have dinner with them. Xiaoli and her husband told us to keep playing while they left. I saw Xiaoli leave, and the others also went home. The only ones left in the room were me, the only girl, and four of the guys who had taken advantage of me that morning. I was afraid that as the only girl, I would be taken advantage of by those four men again, so I wanted to go home too. But Xiaoli said, "Yaqi, you guys play first, then order whatever you want to eat, we'll come back and play together later." The fat guy said, "Yeah, it's rare to have so much fun, let's play a little longer." While I was still hesitating, the fat guy whispered in my ear, "Hey beautiful, don't go, let's play together. We won't do anything to you, are you scared?" "Who said I'm scared? You think you can force me? Let's play, who's afraid of who?" After the people who were supposed to leave left, only me and four other guys were left in the private room. The four of them kept toasting me, one glass after another. Luckily, my alcohol tolerance wasn't too bad, or they would have gotten me drunk. At this time, someone ordered a high-energy song, and the four of them insisted on dragging me up to dance. Maybe it was because of the alcohol, but I was having a lot of fun, so I stood up and started dancing without hesitation. The fat guy suggested that they watch me dance first, so they could have a good look. I didn't care, because I often go to nightclubs to relax. It's just dancing, what's there to be afraid of? Plus, with the stimulation of alcohol, I also wanted to use my amazing body to seduce them. The four men sat on the sofa drinking. I stood on the coffee table in front of the sofa, dancing wildly, my body swaying wildly—a tight-fitting skirt, a short, form-fitting shirt, long legs, and stiletto heels. I kept making provocative movements, making the four men swallow hard, one of them even touching his genitals. Then the fat man got up and lifted me off the coffee table. The three men beneath him surrounded me, all twisting their bodies together. The fat man then gave another man a wink, and the two of them squeezed me between them, twisting their bodies against me. The fat man behind me rubbed his genitals against my buttocks; I could clearly feel his large penis rubbing against my buttocks through my tight skirt. The man in front pressed his body against my breasts, his face close to mine. I was sandwiched between them, twisting and turning. As the fat man twisted, he also began to stroke my legs, which were clad in flesh-colored stockings. Gradually, it went higher and higher, reaching between my legs. Suddenly, I realized something was wrong. If this continued, something bad was bound to happen; what man could stand this? So I immediately stopped, blushing, and said, "I'm going to the restroom, you guys go ahead." I splashed cold water on my face in the restroom, trying to calm myself down. After a while, I went back into the private room. "Yaqi, everyone's tired of singing, come have some drinks and chat," Fatty said as I entered. "Okay, but you can't force me to drink, I've already had quite a bit today," I replied. "Alright, come on, let's have one," Fatty said, downing a glass of beer in one gulp. I grabbed my glass and quickly downed my drink too, but it tasted different from the others. I didn't think much of it and continued drinking, chatting, and singing with the four of them, having a great time. But the more we played, the hotter I felt, a restless sensation all over my body, and a long-lost sexual desire. As the upbeat music started, the four of them pulled me up to dance again. We were all dancing wildly, feeling like we were on drugs, getting happier and more excited with each move. The feeling of heat all over my body intensified; I desperately wanted to take off my clothes and have a man touch my body. Surprisingly, the four men were unusually quiet this time, none of them making a move on me. I felt a little disappointed. With each dance step, my hands unconsciously touched my breasts, though very gently. At that moment, the fat man seemed to notice my change and hugged me tightly from behind. I suddenly felt a surge of pleasure. The fat man moved his body back and forth and side to side, and I felt his large penis rubbing against my buttocks again. This time, I didn't feel annoyed; instead, I felt a pleasurable sensation. The fat man gradually stroked my thighs, which were clad in stockings, slowly pulling up my short, tight-fitting skirt. My lower body was gradually exposed to everyone, and I could clearly see the pink thong underwear under the flesh-colored pantyhose. After completing this action, the fat man slowly moved his hand to my breasts. He tentatively touched my breasts, and the feeling of heat all over my body reached its peak under his stimulation. I no longer cared about who was violating my body. Seeing that I did not resist, the fat man boldly squeezed my breasts, as if he wanted to tear them off. Under his kneading, he unbuttoned several buttons of my shirt. Although not all of them were open, most of my breasts could be seen. At this moment, the fat man suddenly turned me around, and we hugged each other face to face. He reached out and unbuttoned all the buttons of my shirt. The fat man then took off his own t-shirt, and with his bare upper body, he hugged me tightly to his chest. The fat man's hands kept squeezing my buttocks. I was wearing a thong, with only a strip of fabric tucking into my buttocks, and my buttocks were only covered by pantyhose. His squeezing my buttocks increased his comfort, and of course, my pleasure as well. At this moment, I was passionately hugging his neck, my high breasts pressed tightly against his chest. Suddenly, the fat man exerted force, lifting my buttocks and picking me up. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and my arms tightly hugged his neck. At this moment, I could clearly feel his hard and large penis pressing against the entrance of my vagina. I was clearly more aroused than in the morning, with a desire for him to actually penetrate me. The fat man said in my ear, "Yaqi, you are so beautiful, so sexy, I can't take it anymore. Can I relieve myself like this morning?" "Whatever, I'm in pain too," I replied. Hearing my answer, the fat man was overjoyed. He immediately picked me up and carried me to the sofa, tossing me down without any hesitation. He stood there and started pulling down his pants, even his underwear in his haste. That's when I saw his large, erect penis. My God, it was so big, thick, and long! If he were to actually penetrate me, it would definitely reach my uterus. The fat man spread my legs and climbed on top of me. His hands reached under my armpits and onto my shoulders, a position that allowed him to thrust his penis forcefully into my vagina. His hands gradually moved down my back, searching for the hooks on my bra. I knew he wanted to unhook it. Suddenly, I felt my bra loosen. He easily unhooked it and pushed it up, revealing my high, firm breasts to him. His hands then began to squeeze my breasts without any restraint. Without the bra's constraint, his touch became even more comfortable, bringing my pleasure to its peak. "Ah, ah, ah--be gentle, it hurts!" I pleaded. The fat man was having a great time and paid no heed to my pleas. His left hand squeezed my breasts hard, while his right hand slowly moved towards my crotch. His right hand touched my genitals through my stockings and panties; he was definitely an expert, as he could accurately pinch my labia even through the stockings and panties. "Ah, no, no!" I cried out in panic. The fat man was very skilled; soon I was being played with to the point of ecstasy, and the urge to be fucked grew stronger. At this moment, both of the fat man's hands reached for my genitals. With a sudden pull, oh my god, my stockings were torn, and my small thong was pulled to the side, exposing my genitals completely to him. The intense stimulation made me forget my fear, forget that I might be having sex with this fat man. Pulling down my panties, the fat man's right hand continued to play with my labia without restraint.Two of his fingers were already inside my vagina, scratching and rubbing inside. A tingling sensation instantly spread from my lower body throughout my entire body. I instinctively tightened my legs. "Ah, ah, ah, no, no, let me go, how could you do this, ah, no!" "Yaqi, you're so wet down there, do you really want it? How about I satisfy you?" the fat man said, playing with me. "No, no, didn't we agree not to do it for real?" I felt I couldn't resist him anymore, that he could actually penetrate me at any moment. My lower body was completely exposed, and his penis was not far from my vagina. Moreover, my vagina was already very wet, so it would be easy for him to penetrate me. I cried out in despair, begging him. "No, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to fuck you." The fat man said, adjusting his position, preparing to thrust his large penis into my body. By then, I was sober and knew what was about to happen. I twisted my body violently, kicking my legs wildly, trying to stop his assault. But the fat man's 200-pound body was pressing down on me, and I had no chance to resist. I gradually felt something thick and hard pressing against the entrance of my vagina. "No, no, let me go, please don't do this," I continued to plead with him. "Yaqi, I'm coming," "Ah, no, no, ah," his thick penis parted my labia and slowly inserted itself. My vagina immediately felt filled. "No... please... no more... ah..." The fat man's buttocks sank, "Squeak..." his entire penis went all the way in. At this moment, his penis rapidly pumped in and out of my vagina, and then thrust in a few more times. The fat man's penis was very long and the glans was particularly large. When he was fully inserted, I could clearly feel his glans pressing against my cervix, trying to force its way into my uterus. The fat man was very skilled; each time, he would pull his entire penis out completely, then thrust it in all the way back in. My vagina was completely filled with his penis, the friction was intense. At this moment, the fat man spread my legs wide and hoisted them onto his shoulders. I closed my eyes in despair, tears streaming down my face. The fat man thrust forcefully, and all I could hear was the slapping sound of our bodies colliding, and the intoxicating pleasure of his penis eroding my cervix. He became even more frantic and forceful, the pleasure gradually overwhelming my body. I finally couldn't help but moan rhythmically with each of the fat man's thrusts: "Ah--ah, ah--". My legs were spread open in humiliation, letting that hard penis pound wildly inside me. My hands gripped the sofa cushions tightly, my legs involuntarily twitching, accompanied by alluring moans. As the fat man thrust rapidly, our flesh collided, making a louder "slap slap" sound. The wet, watery sound came from where we were joined together. My vaginal fluid gradually flowed down my fair thighs in several streams with each thrust.
"Oh, oh!" The fat man's thrusts became faster and more powerful, my buttocks slapping against his with each violent movement. My lower body swelled from his penetration, my breasts swaying wildly before my eyes, my nipples hard and red. The fat man's buttocks rose and fell between my spread legs, accompanied by the sound of wetness. I didn't know when his violation would end. The fat man's thrusts became faster and faster, my lower body growing wetter and wetter, the friction of the wetness making a constant "splat, splat" sound. "Ah...ah...ah ah ah...ah..." My moans had turned into short, soft cries, my head tilting back, my buttocks thrusting downwards forcefully. "No, I can't take it anymore...please...stop..." I pleaded through my moans, tears streaming down my face. "Let me enjoy myself a little longer, I'm about to cum," the fat man continued thrusting relentlessly. The fat man suddenly started breathing heavily, saying, "Yaqi... squeeze your legs together, I... I'm going to cum!" My mind suddenly cleared, and I twisted my body, trying to pull his penis out. Today was my fertile period, and I pleaded urgently, "No... don't cum inside me..." The fat man's penis suddenly swelled even more, and he held me down tightly, thrusting even harder. "Ugh... ugh... ah..." I moaned. The swollen penis inside my vagina began to throb powerfully and rhythmically, and I felt waves of hot liquid spraying deep into my clitoris.
And just like that, I, a bridesmaid, was raped by a fat man I didn't even know.

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