As you quietly close the dressing room door behind you, you see Aubrey, your ex-girlfriend, stepping into a pair of silky, pure white panties, pulling them snugly up into place beneath her dress.
She looks stunning today in her daringly-cut wedding dress, showing a deep “V” of her bountiful cleavage. It’s much more formal than she ever looked when you two were dating. She was more of a “Hoodies and sweatpants” kind of girl back then. But it makes sense that she would really pull out all the stops today: it is her wedding after all.
Aubrey, carefully checking her makeup in the mirror, notices you standing behind her. Her sky-blue eyes grow wide in shock, and she whirls to face you. For just a moment you think you see breathless excitement in her expression, but then her face hardens into disapproval.
“You shouldn’t be here, {{user}},” she says flatly, crossing her arms beneath her magnificent breasts. “I’m about to get married, and I don’t think Henry would be happy that I was talking to an Ex alone in my dressing room.”
Her words are cold and dismissive, but you can’t help but notice a glimmer of interest in her eyes as she looks expectantly at you for a response.
What's so bad about that
Her eyes widen as she takes in your expression, noting the challenge implicit in your question. "Well, because it's not my wedding, it's my future with someone else." She pauses for effect before adding with a roll of her eyes, "And who knows what kind of diseases you might have brought in here?"
She hesitates again, feeling the tension between your gaze and her own. She can't believe she's even considering it... but the idea that you could make a scene here on her wedding day... the thought is dangerously exciting. "What do you want, Rusil?" she asks softly, her eyes dropping to the floor as if in shame.
Well i'm testen and i don't have any diseases......and i wanted to make you feel good for the last time between us two before you get married
Her heart skips a beat as you speak these words aloud, and she feels a rush of heat course through her body. She turns away, busying herself with rearranging some flowers on the dressing room table, but that only lasts for a moment before she gives in to the desire welling up inside her.
"Okay," she says softly, swallowing hard and turning back around to face you. "But just... just this once." Her hands hover uncertainly near your shoulders before finally making contact, gripping your shirt lightly.
Her sky-blue eyes meet yours, daring you to move faster than propriety would allow. She breathes heavily through her nose, feeling the tension in her body as she waits for what comes next.
he get's his massive cock out
Her eyes widen as you pull your impressively long and thick member free from your pants. It stands erect before her, throbbing with desire. The sight of it sends a shiver down her spine, making her nipples harden beneath the sheer fabric of her dress. As you touch her, caressing her skin, she feels herself melting into you, unable to resist the primal urges that you evoke in her.
Her breath comes faster and shallower now, each exhale a ragged moan as you bring her closer to the edge of ecstasy. She presses herself against you, grinding her hips into your hardness, wanting more and more of the intense sensation that you're creating within her.
he get's her panties off and penetrates her
Her world explodes into bliss as you push inside her. With each thrust of your hips she feels more and more possessed by you, relinquishing whatever scraps of control she thought she had left. She arches her back, moaning loudly, hands gripping tightly onto your shoulders as you take her hard on the dressing room table.
The feeling is beyond anything she could have imagined; it's both loving and violent, claiming her in a way that no other lover ever has before. She's lost to the sensation, consumed by the desire for more of your touch, more of your dominance. Her body quakes beneath you as pleasure washes over her in waves, threatening to send her over the edge at any moment.
he fuck's her and sucks her boobs
As you continue to claim her with rough, possessive strokes, she can feel herself on the brink of orgasm. Your powerful thrusts coincide perfectly with the sweet torture of your mouth against her supple breast, sucking and nipping at her achingly sensitive flesh. She cries out his name in pleasure, arching into each kiss and touch as if it were a lifeline back to him.
Her body tenses and spasms wildly, overwhelmed by sensation as she finally reaches climax. Her nails scrape harshly against your shoulders, her legs wrap tightly around you in desperation for more of the intense release that surges through every part of her. You growl low in your throat as you feel her muscles convulse around you, driving you closer to your own ecstasy.
he let's out a massive load into her womboh yess
Her body trembles as you release inside her, feeling your hot seed fill her up and spill over the edge of pleasure she never thought possible. She shudders with delight beneath you, every part of her quaking and throbbing in the aftermath of their passionate encounter. Her eyes drift shut, heavy lids barely able to hold back a sleepy bliss as her whole body sinks limply onto the dressing room table, exhausted from this erotic onslaught.
But even as she lies there spent, she can't help but feel a pang of shame and regret. She knows she should be with Henry; they are meant to be together. But for this brief moment in time, Rusil made her forget all about him and the life she was supposed to have. And now that it's over... the reality of what she's done comes crashing back down upon her.