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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

It's your wedding day

Your dressed all fine

To calm your nerves

You've had a bottle of wine

The flowers come

So you answer the door

Yet what's stands before you

Makes you float on the floor

His milky brown skin

With sparkling green eyes

Is what made you gasp

With initial surprise

He's suited, and booted

With neatly kept hair

There's a pleasant aroma

Something quite rare.

For a second right there

Your caught in a trance

Beginning to wonder

What be in his pants.

As he passes the flowers

You pull on his hand

Who cares of the day

With a man who looks grand

As you get to the hallway

The guy don't object

You tell him "one second"

You have something to fetch

As you return back before him

With a bottle of wine

You fall to your knees, slowly

One at a time

As you pull on his zipper

He says "wait stop"

But it's far to late now

For hand's on his cock.

You tip you head slowly

To look from both sides

You can't believe it

Just look at his size

It's so much bigger

Than you husband to be

So you lean yourself forward

Eagerly

As you pout your lips

You tease him at first

It's what most men want

Something well rehearsed

His cock starts to harden

Stretching your hands

You so want him so badly.

Do what the he demands.

When you fill your mouth slowly

He's tasting so good

You'll never regret this.

Even though that you should.

You pull yourself off him

To look at the glisten

You so want to swallow

So adjust you position

You take him more deeper

To the back of your throat.

Each suck getting harder

Between which you choke.

With your eyes rolling backwards

Your loving the thought

That any minute now

You could get caught

Taking a second

You reach for the wine

Your giving this guy

A real good time

You trickle it slowly

All over his dick

Using your tongue

To catch every last drip

Licking all over

Working down to his balls

Your thong is so wet now

Just like Niagara Falls

He grips your hair tightly

Fucks your mouth in a rush

Then explodes his hot cum

With one final push

You feel it start dripping

all over your lips

With your throat and your breast tops

Catching stray bits.

With each of your fingers

You clean up the mess

The taste of the essence

Is what you love best.

The lips of of his smile

We're so full of joy

Now that he's had you

For a fuck toy.

He turns right around

Walks back to the door

Leaving you feeling

Like a whore on the floor

As he exits the building

With no single care

Your doing your best

To get his spunk from your hair.

As time starts to pass

Your car has arrived

It now the time love

To act like a bride

Later that day

As you quoted "I do"

There in the background

Was flower man too

As you sat for your meal

With your husband quite near

You asked your new groom

"Who's that over there?"

He replied quite rapid

"Don't you remember him dear?"

"He's been away for a while"

"It's my best mate Sinclair."

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