Wedding cannons

A few days ago, I went back to my hometown for a wedding and encountered this situation. To be honest, I never expected the girls in my hometown to be so open-minded. That day, it was the wedding of my dad's colleague's son. The groom was my brother's classmate. Our whole family, including the cars, went to the wedding. I drove back in the company Mercedes, which became the wedding car. My brother was the driver, and I tragically played the role of a groomsman. The girl was a bridesmaid. Before we even met, the matchmaker had already raved about her. But I've been fooled too many times, and I'm not easily fooled. Girls in my hometown generally marry young, and it's rare to find a girl as beautiful as her still unmarried. Naturally, beautiful people attract more suitors; to put it bluntly, beauty brings suffering. I don't believe that a fashionable girl who has been away for many years wouldn't have a romantic history. Perhaps the matchmaker had heard about my pickiness and didn't say much. I was indeed stunned when we first met. The girl was quite tall and slender, and with her high heels, she looked about the same height as me. She wore a white lace bodycon bridesmaid dress that accentuated her curves, and she was undeniably beautiful. Oh, maybe it's because I'm completely powerless against long-haired, white-dressed, tall beauties. A woman dressed like that gets a minimum score of 75 in my eyes. If it's a white dress, then I can ignore her face—a solid 90. While it wasn't love at first sight, I had a strong liking for her. However, reality slapped me hard in the face. The wedding itself was nothing special; it was just in the groom's courtyard. The bride and I sat against the backdrop, and that was it. After the wedding, it was the ever-present wedding night pranks—a bit of teasing before the banquet, just for fun. As an unmarried person, to avoid retaliation from my brothers, I usually just stood quietly in a corner taking pictures. The groom's friends were all acquaintances, and probably because they heard the bridesmaid was introduced to me, they didn't tease her. They just pushed her next to me, and that was it. These past two years, I don't know why, but the wedding night pranks have become like a battle; no one escapes unscathed. In the chaos, a man, whether intentionally or unintentionally, pushed the bridesmaid next to me. She was turning around and stumbled. I was enthusiastically taking photos with my leaflet, and in the rush, I could only dodge and reach out to catch her. Coincidence, absolutely coincidence. My hand slipped inside her deep V-neckline, right under her breasts, and grasped... two silicone pads. The bridal chamber was chaotic. I was standing in the corner by the wardrobe, and the people around me saw me help her but didn't pay any attention, continuing to tease the groom. I was both embarrassed and slightly aroused. Taking advantage of someone is certainly enjoyable, but the embarrassment stemmed from the fact that I was holding silicone breast pads... My first thought was, "She's a con artist," and then, intentionally or unintentionally, I touched her breasts a couple of times through the pads. I swear, at that moment, I had absolutely no lewd thoughts; I simply wanted to know the size. I was curious—she was already a C-cup, why would she need pads? Because I was investigating this, I couldn't help but squeeze them a couple more times. The bridesmaid froze, blushing, and clung to my arm, too afraid to move, letting me grope her. She probably pinched my arm because I hurt her. In those two seconds, the bride seemed to realize something was wrong and looked over. I quickly helped her put her bra pads back in and pulled my hand away. After that little embarrassment, we were both out of sorts. She was probably embarrassed that I'd noticed her little secret, while I was still savoring the feeling. We just stood in the corner watching the commotion until an elder urged us to take our seats. Since the groom's clothes had been removed, the bride needed to change her dress, and the bridesmaid and I also needed to change—not in the same room, of course. However, they were opposite each other. After we changed, we were the only two people left on the floor. We opened the door at the same time, exchanging awkward glances. Having taken advantage of her, I apologized first. She knew it was an accident and didn't say anything. Then she changed into a low-cut V-neck t-shirt and a short, tight-fitting skirt. I don't know what came over me, but I asked, "Did you put those pads back in?" her="http://corepurposecorevalues.Paradise Island www latest version resource network unlimited viewing: providing users with a large selection of high-quality films for free. She was embarrassed and a little pretentious, kicking my butt with her leg. I was prepared, so I didn't dodge, but instead stuck my leg back, hooking her just as she landed. She lost her balance and fell into my arms again. This time I didn't grab her breasts, because someone was coming upstairs. I helped her up and casually grabbed her pert buttocks a couple of times. Not patting, not touching, but holding half of her buttocks. At that moment, she must have thought I was a pervert. However, my liking for her also dropped a lot. Being grabbed on the butt by a man and not reacting, her shy and embarrassed expression made me think she was very open. I don't like women who are very open. This reminded me of Qiqi, who had been bothering me for a while. I mentally labeled the bridesmaid as a very open woman, and I started talking to her with the intention of having fun. The bridesmaid introduced herself as a clothing saleswoman, working in the most upscale shopping mall in the area near my branch office, renting her own apartment, and having a boyfriend she broke up with six months ago. During our first meeting, I didn't ask too many questions. She mostly talked while I listened, but her evasive words and the frequency with which she secretly checked WeChat made me suspicious. After the banquet, the young people continued to have fun. The groom booked a billiards hall owned by a friend, providing a place for friends who had come from out of town to catch up. The bride and I were seated at a separate table to play and chat. While we were playing, she kept receiving phone calls and WeChat messages, and I lost interest. I only caught a glimpse of a WeChat message from her boyfriend, saying he was waiting for her to come home that night. It was so awkward. After she gave herself away, she immediately explained, and I didn't want to get entangled with her, so I pretended to believe her, even though I didn't want to see her anymore. Another detail: once, when I squatted down to pick up a ball, she stretched in front of me, and I saw her slender waist and noticed a stretch mark below her navel. Later, we went to karaoke with the group. The guys were all karaoke enthusiasts, and the two of us sat together and chatted again. Because there were many married men and women in the room, the conversation and games were quite explicit. The lighting in the private room was dim, and we sat very close, not hugging or cuddling, but still very close together. While I was reassuring her that my brothers hadn't had sex in over a year, I couldn't help but whisper in her ear, "Six months... six months, I guess. After we broke up six months ago, I haven't let her touch me." She sounded a little guilty as she said this. I could tell, but I pretended to believe her and licked her earlobe. Good heavens, she didn't react at all; her hand holding the bottle didn't even tremble. At that moment, a surge of lust rose within me, and I continued to tease her: "These guys are too lewd and violent. Let's go find some other fun." She hesitated for a moment, then agreed. At that moment, I felt like I was picking up a girl in a bar; it was the first time I'd ever seen a simple, honest girl from my hometown so open with someone she was meeting on a blind date. Finding fun? What kind of fun could we possibly find? The owner of this karaoke bar was also my brother's classmate. I went outside and asked a waiter to give me a private room so I wouldn't be disturbed. As for fun, what else was there? I randomly picked a song and then hugged her. The girl shifted slightly, then slipped out of my arms to pick another song. When I hugged her a second time, she didn't struggle. She handed me a microphone and asked me to sing a duet with her. Slightly tipsy and alone, who's in the mood to sing? I had her sit on my lap with her back to me and sing. I hugged her, my "claws" thoroughly examining her figure, removing four breast pads and focusing on her breasts. Friction builds heat, and she grew hotter and hotter, her singing starting to go off-key. By the time I unhooked her bra and turned her around, her chest was already sweating. She leaned forward eagerly, accurately shoving one breast to my mouth. I took it in without hesitation, and when she stopped singing and started moaning, I gave her the microphone again, letting her continue singing. Her voice became more panting and nasal. I conquered the high ground and then moved towards the basin. The girl was immersed in the song, only slightly rising to cooperate when I lifted her skirt, leaving space between our bodies for me to slip my hand inside. At this point, her thong was practically useless; she was already wet. My middle finger brushed against her clitoris, which was large, like a soybean, and very sensitive. I only curiously kneaded it a couple of times, and she began to tremble uncontrollably. Not wanting to please her so soon, I slipped my fingers along her labia and into that moist place. Before my fingers could even explore the surroundings, she arched her back, exposing her entire lower body to meet me, one hand reaching down to grasp mine, pressing it against that hot spot. Without hesitation, I inserted my middle finger to explore, withdrawing it amidst the girl's pleasurable gasps, then inserting my middle and index fingers together, sometimes exploring the depths, sometimes gently rubbing the inner walls. As I moved, the girl's panting turned into moans, her singing ceasing. Both hands reached for my belt, impatiently pulling it open and tightly gripping my penis, stroking it up and down. Feeling pleasure, I increased the intensity of my movements. She moaned with pleasure, her movements becoming faster and faster. After about ten rounds, the girl stopped, urging me urgently in my ear: "Stop playing." "Stop playing? What do you want to do?" I teased her. "Hurry up." She urged again. My movements immediately quickened. "I don't want this." She was really impatient, starting to bite my ear. I was secretly delighted: "If you don't want this, what do you want?" She didn't answer, instead guiding my penis to her eager lower body. I reached down, parted the lace thong, took my penis from her hand, and circled it around her vaginal opening, asking as I did so, "Do you want me to fuck you?" "Fuck me now." The girl started to get a little angry, reaching to snatch my penis. I placed my penis at her entrance, thrusting my hips forward and plunging it in hard. "Ah, be gentle." She slapped me twice in protest. The foreplay was over, and the sex was about to begin. This girl's vagina wasn't very tight, but she would grip it tightly, holding me close with both hands, moaning desperately as she gripped my penis with her vagina, the rhythm quite distinct. Knowing I'd met an experienced driver, I didn't dare delay, picking her up and carrying her to the wall, thrusting against it. After a few thrusts, the girl interrupted me, pushing me away. As I wondered what was happening, she lifted her skirt, bent her hips, and raised her white buttocks, waiting for me. "Thinking of your boyfriend? Don't want to watch me do it?" I pushed her against the wall, making her press against it, and thrust into her forcefully. The girl didn't respond: "Deeper like this." "Deeper than your boyfriend?" I continued to tease. She glared at me, saying nothing. Seeing she wasn't interested in conversation, I lowered my head and thrust harder. The girl covered her mouth with one hand, the other against the wall, trying her best to meet my thrusts. Perhaps I was moving too fast, because my penis was being rubbed raw by the thong. When I slowed down, she became unhappy. Realizing the thong was the hindrance, she scolded me for being too impatient and quickly pulled it off. Without the restraint, she became even more vigorous. Listening to the music's rhythm, remembering the "nine shallow, one deep" technique, I calmly responded, thrusting and maneuvering inside her, determined not to be defeated. I don't know if she really hadn't had sex in six months, but at that moment she was definitely the most sexually aroused woman I'd ever met. We unlocked one position after another on the karaoke floor until all seven or eight songs we'd chosen were played, at which point she trembled and asked me to stop. I hadn't even ejaculated yet, but she said she'd already orgasmed twice. I don't know if it was her stamina or if she'd been distracted by changing positions. To make up for it, she offered to give me oral sex and boldly swallowed my semen. While she went to wash up, I was still reeling from the experience. I felt like I hadn't finished, because this woman was truly extraordinary, not just open-minded. After the flush on her face faded, we returned to the large private room. The others teased us for a while; I don't know if they noticed anything amiss, but I didn't care, and the girl didn't seem to care either. The belated dinner was at a hotel next to the karaoke bar, also hosted by acquaintances. The bride and groom's colleagues were there, and there were even more guests. This time, it was mainly about eating, so we were relaxed and had nothing to do. Then, at my urging, she came with me to the rooftop. There were no lights on the rooftop, no moon in the sky, and we made love again in the darkness. Perhaps because she couldn't see me clearly in the dark, or perhaps because the pressure of the blind date was gone, she became bolder and said a lot: she and her boyfriend were still entangled; that scumbag ate her food, used her things, lived in her house, played with her, and then betrayed her. She wanted to break up, but that man was his first love, and she couldn't let go. The reason she suddenly decided to go crazy with me today was to vent and get revenge on that man. At that moment, I really lost interest. I thought I was flirting with a girl, but it turned out to be a resentful woman flirting with a man. At that moment, wounded in my heart, I didn't drag her back from the small door on the rooftop, pull down her skirt, or force myself on her. She cursed me for rape, but she didn't resist at all.After I gagged her with a thong, she focused entirely on enjoying herself. I didn't want to be played with anymore, so I pulled her up, hugged her from behind, and penetrated her. Once inside, I didn't move, just teased her clitoris. Her clitoris was her sensitive spot, made incredibly sensitive by that scumbag. The girl was clever; she started rhythmically contracting her vagina, cursing me as a pervert while forcefully swallowing and releasing my penis, trying to relieve the fullness inside her with the slightest thrusting pleasure. She's a pro, after all. Under her manipulation and squeezing, I quickly—oh, ten or twenty minutes—okay, I don't want to say I was conquered by her, but anyway, I ejaculated, and it was a very satisfying ejaculation. Saying I conquered her isn't an exaggeration; she and I even reached orgasm at the same time, she first, and I followed closely behind. She controlled the rhythm; I don't know if it was squirting. A few days later, she told me that to keep that scumbag's heart, she specifically learned bedroom skills from married women, but as a result, that scumbag had had his fun and continued to cheat on her. I still despise that man. I tolerated my ex being like a block of wood, and he still wasn't satisfied with such a beauty serving him. Really... Sigh, it's just a pity I didn't ejaculate inside him. We didn't have a condom that day; I was worried about an accident. Later, we parted ways. Later, we became regular fuck buddies, just satisfying our desires, no feelings involved. Actually, we did it twice more that night, even more exciting, but I don't have time to write about it today. [The End]

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