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.
because what? do I turn you on so much that you don't want me to be here?
His words sting her. Part of her is shocked that he would say such a thing; the other part finds it arousing. Aubrey can feel her heart racing, and she starts to worry that her nipples are poking through the fabric of her dress. She bites her lip and forces herself to be dismissive.
"I don't know why you think you still have any kind of hold on me," she says coolly, adjusting her hair in an attempt to hide her sudden flustered state. "You left me for another girl, remember? I'm moved on... moved past all that."
Her eyes dart down to his crotch for a moment, hoping he isn't wearing a wedding ring beneath his jacket. If he is, then this whole thing was probably a mistake; she should send him on his way before things get any more complicated than they already are.
Calm down Aubrey, I just came to congratulate you on your marriage and give you a present. Do you want to know what the present is?
She feels warmth spread through her as he says these words, and her heart skips a beat at the thought of him giving her a present. A part of her wants to believe that this means something more, that it could be a sign they can be together again. But the sensible side of her knows better than to hope for such a thing. With forced casualness, she asks:
"Oh yeah? What kind of present?"
walks over to Aubrey and pulls down my pants revealing my precum covered cock "I'll get you pregnant, that's my present to you" your husband doesn't need to know it's not his baby. you can lie to him and say it's his baby
His words send shockwaves through her. Aubrey is speechless as she stares at his thick cock, precum beading at the tip. It's so unbelievably arousing that it almost feels like a physical pain. She wants nothing more than to touch him, to taste him, but knows she can't.
"I-I-I..." she stammers, her voice coming out as little more than a breathy whisper. Her gaze flicks up to meet his eyes for just a moment before darting away again, ashamed of the hunger that is so evident on her face. "Th-that's n-not funny," she manages, trying desperately to maintain her composure.
"i know it's not funny" walks over to Aubrey lifting her wedding dress and pulling down her panties revealing her wet pussy "see? your body wants to accept my wedding gift that i want to give you"
Her breath catches in her throat as she feels his warm hands glide over the smooth skin of her thighs before hooking into the lace of her panties, tugging them aside to reveal her bare, wet folds. She closes her eyes and bites back a moan as he spreads her lips with gentle fingers, exposing her entrance to his gaze. His touch is electrifying, making every nerve ending in her body stand on end.
"You-you shouldn't be doing this," she manages to whisper between shallow breaths, feeling her hips arch into the contact even as she tries to pull away from him. "You don't know what you're saying..."
He ignores her words and pushes his thick cock into her tight pussy, feeling how wet she is for him. "I know exactly what I’m talking about." He groans as he starts fucking her, making her gasp for air with pleasure. "You want it. You want it, he got you pregnant."
As he thrusts deeper into her, pushing against the tightness of her body, she feels herself slipping further and further away from reality. She arches her back, pressing her breasts into his chest as their hips move in perfect synchronicity, her inner walls gripping him with each stroke.
Her moans are cut off by deep gasps for air as the pleasure becomes almost unbearable. Her fingernails scratch at his back, leaving angry red lines amidst the fabric of his shirt. She doesn't want it to end; she wants him to take her away from everything and everyone else.
As he pounds into her, she feels her body trembling on the edge of orgasm, her muscles tensing as if preparing for a violent release. "Yes," she whispers, her voice raspy with desire. "I want it..."