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- Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
- Kategorie: Erotik
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015
Hucow Wedding Menage
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Hucow Wedding Ménage
(Exhibitionism Submission Cuckold)
By Daisy Rose
Copyright 2015 Daisy Rose
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This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older
Pre-wedding Milking
"From this day forward, you shall never be alone. Where you go, I go. My heart will be your shelter and my arms will be your home," I rehearsed to myself in front of the mirror, feeling warmed by the knowledge that by this time tomorrow, I will be in the arms of the man of my dreams.
Finally. The whole week of abstinence was starting to take its toll on me... my breasts in particular. They have swelled up to an incredible size and felt heavy, each step making them bounce against my chest.
I took a careful sip of the fizzy drink by the vanity mirror, careful not to ruin the makeup that my sister had spent an entire morning to perfect.
Two more hours till the wedding ceremony, I thought to myself.
My body ached with the need to be satisfied.
My mother knocked on the door, "Natty! Do you need help getting into the dress?"
I looked at the dress on the bed, loving the lace details on the sweetheart cut and the ball gown style that made the bottom flare out. I needed my mother to help me with the corset lacings. "Yes, mama," I shouted.
My mother was already wearing her own dress, a strapless light gold, A-line gown that made me stumble for words as I wondered if she was the one getting married instead of me. She glided into the dressing room, her floor-length gown trailing behind her elegantly.
"Nice dress," I murmured finally, opting to keep the drama level low on my wedding day.
"Isn't it just wonderful?!" she gushed, twirling a little to show me that the dress, like my own, was a corset top.
The dress was such a light shade of gold [...]
