Chapter 2490 The Wedding Weekend:>Ep2
- His cock grinds against my hip through his trousers, thick and straining, and I can't stop myself--I drop to my knees, wedding dress be damned, tugging at his belt with trembling fingers.
- "I need it," I beg, looking up at him with mascara already smeared. "Please, let me taste your cock before I lose my mind."
- I can't get his belt open fast enough. My hands are shaking, desperate, clawing at the buckle until it finally gives. His cock springs free, thick and heavy, flushed dark at the tip.