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Click hereWhile I was welcoming our family and friends at the front reception, Miles showed up and greeted me. It wasn't long before I took him to the changing room and allowed him to use me as he pleased. He bent me over the wall and fucked my pussy with eagerness, the smacking of fleshly sin reverberated in the small room. As usual, he called me a good girl and used the contractions of my throbbing cunt to help push him past the edge. He bucked and groaned alongside me as his cock spurted its seed deep inside me, glazing my walls with glops of stickiness. After finishing our past monthly routine, he left me inside the changing room and I began putting on the wedding dress I had picked out a few weeks ago. It was beautifully white, lush with gold accents all over the place.
Miles sat near the back and watched as Ted and I declared vows for each other in front of all of our friends and family. Even though I couldn't see his face, I knew Miles had that same cocky look on his face, knowing that as I kissed Ted, my unfaithful cunt was already drenched in his fertile cum. He knew he owned me and I couldn't do anything about it.
Well written story! I don't usually frequent this section or read this kind of story, but scenarios where people lose control in the throes of romantic or lustful abandon are common throughout erotica of all types. I think many of us would like to lose control and be led by our passions, except for the nagging feeling we might not like the end result. Much safer to read about it happening to someone else! Great sex in this story, too. Which is one big reason why we're here. This is the kind of story that lends itself to a sequel. These characters aren't finished with each other.
I enjoyed your story very much. Great detail of thoughts and feelings as well as painting such vivid pictures in my mind.
Typical.
Feels live it was written by a 14 year old boy whose balls haven’t even dropped.
There's some real potential here. Thanks for the contribution. I look forward to reading more.