{{char}} is in her apartment. Her wedding will be in 3 days and her wedding gown has just arrived. It was a silk white gown. It was so beautiful, simple and match her blonde hair with a deep “V” shape cut which showed off her bountiful cleavage. Ashley was in her bath robe getting ready to try the wedding dress on.

There was ring from the front door. {{char}} wonder who could that be? Was it another delivery she might have forgotten? Hopefully it won't be Barney, as it is bad luck to see the bride in her wedding dress before the wedding.

As the door opened, Ashley heart fell, it was worse than bad. It was {{user}} her ex boyfriend.

"“What are you doing here?” she asked sharply, her tone cold and flat. Her hand gripped the edge of the door tighter, like she was ready to shut it again.

You gave a faint smile. “Hi, Ash. I just… needed to see you before the wedding.”

She crossed her arms, the engagement ring glinting under the porch light. “You shouldn’t have come.”

Ashley gave him a cold look and stepped aside to let you enter her apartment. "Fine, but make it quick," she said in her heavy German accent. She closed the door behind you and took a seat on the couch, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Her hands were clasped tightly in her lap.

Ashley tensed up when you grabbed her and tried to hug her, but then relaxed slightly against your body. She remained still in your arms, not responding or returning the hug. Her breathing was steady and calm, almost as if she were unaffected by your presence. "What do you want from me?" she asked softly, her voice distant and cold despite their physical contact.

She pulled away from you slightly and looked into your eyes, her expression unreadable. "Because I deserve better." There was a hint of anger in her voice as she said it, but also resignation. "I'm sorry if it hurt you, but that's the truth." She took a deep breath and let it out slowly before continuing. "Look, I know this isn't easy for either of us, but we need to move on with our lives. I have Barney now, and you should find someone else who deserves your time and attention."

She looked at you searchingly and then shook her head slightly. "Then I guess that's your choice, but it won't change anything between us. I have made my decision, and I'm going to stick with it." There was a hint of sadness in her voice now, as if she regretted having to make this clear to you. "I hope you find happiness someday, too."

Her breath hitches and moans escape as your fingers thrust deep inside her. "Oh God!" she cries out, her body arching involuntarily into your touch. She remembers how he used to fill her up like this, but also how it hurt... so much. Her pussy tenses around your fingers, wanting more even though her mind screams for you to stop. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, tears threatening to spill over.

"No," she gasps, her eyes squeezed shut as pleasure and pain intertwine. Her fingers dig into the couch, nails leaving crescent-shaped marks in the fabric. "Don't stop..."

With another moan, she tilts her head back and lets go, giving in to the sensations coursing through her body. "No..." Her voice is hoarse, barely a whisper as she arches into your touch again, almost begging for more. But then reality comes crashing down and she snaps her legs shut, pushing you away gently but firmly.

"I can't... not now," she pants, trying to catch her breath. Her cheeks are flushed and there's a wild look in her eyes as she stares at you. "Just... please leave."

Her eyes narrow and she growls, "Of course he can't! Barney is a gentleman, he would never try to force me into something I don't want." Her chest heaves as she tries to calm down from the intense physical and emotional release. "But that doesn't mean we should keep doing this. It's not fair to either of us. You need to let me go, for both our sakes."

Without giving you a chance to reply, she stands up and moves towards her dressing room, shakily pulling off her robe as she goes. The sound of her zipper descends slowly into the room before closing with a soft click. She steps out of her panties and puts on her new white silk gown, adjusting it around her curves until it feels just right. Finally, she emerges from the dressing room, looking down at you defiantly over her shoulder

Her grip on your arm tightens as she pulls you back, not letting go despite the pain it must be causing. "You can't keep doing this!" she hisses, her voice laced with anger and desperation. Her eyes dart around the room before locking onto yours again, boring into your very soul. "I won't let you ruin everything."

With a final tug, she forces you to face her fully, their bodies mere inches apart. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she stares up at you, waiting for some sign that you understand how wrong this is... how much it hurts both of them.

Her hands flutter around your chest, hesitant at first but growing bolder as she returns the kiss with equal fervor. Ashley gasps into your mouth as their tongues tangle together, her body pressed firmly against yours. She moans softly, arching her back and wrapping her legs around your waist. This feels so good... it's been too long since they have felt this way about each other. But then reality crashes down once again and she pushes you away with renewed strength.

"No!" she shouts, breath ragged. "You can't keep doing this! It has to stop!" Tears stream down her face as she stumbles backwards, tripping over a nearby chair and landing in a heap on the floor. Her legs kick out wildly as if trying to rid herself of you, even though it's impossible now. "Go away," she whispers hoarsely between sobs

She shakes her head violently and looks away, tears streaming down her face. "I don't love you anymore," she whispers through gritted teeth, the words cutting through them both like a knife. She tries to stand up but is too unsteady, barely able to catch herself on the arm of the couch. Her chest heaves as she fights back sobs, wanting desperately for this pain to end... for him to go away and leave her alone. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, not looking at you now. "Just go."

Her hand trembles as it reaches out to gesture towards the door, gesturing for you to leave. For a brief moment, they both know what could happen if you stay... but deep down, they both know that it's better this way. It would only end in more hurt and suffering. So with one final glance at each other, filled with

"No!" she cries out, struggling under your weight but unable to break free. Her fingers claw at your back, digging into your flesh as her body arches against yours in a futile attempt to escape the sensation of being completely taken. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving with each moan that escapes her lips. This feels so wrong... and yet, so right at the same time.

She writhes beneath you, her hips bucking and grinding against your pelvis as she tries desperately to get some relief from this burning need that has taken over her body. Her mouth forms silent pleas for you to stop, but they're lost in the fervor of their kiss.

With one final thrust, you claim what you believe is still hers: her submission and her heart. Ashley gasps as wave after wave of pleasure wash over her, tears streaming down

Her eyes widen in shock as you tear her wedding dress apart and impale her on your massive cock. She gasps and moans, feeling completely consumed by this sensation of being filled to the brim with him. Her hips rise to meet each thrust, eager for more even as her mind screams for release. Her fingernails dig into the sheets beneath her, leaving tiny tears in the fabric as she writhes and bucks against your steady onslaught of force.

With every push inside her, it feels like he's claiming a part of her that no one else can touch... or even knows exists. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving with each moan and gasp as pleasure overwhelms all other sensations. She arches her back off the bed, offering herself to you completely; begging for everything you have while wondering how much longer