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I could barely stand it.

“Jason please…”

He went at it abruptly, pulling out and slamming back into me before the words had finished leaving my mouth. It felt so fucking good! So achingly, devastatingly amazing! The feel of his fingers digging into my hips and the sudden urgency of his thrusts made me realize just how close to the edge he’d been this whole time.

“I’m… I can’t…”

“Let it go.”

He looked up, and saw me batting my blue eyes over my shoulder. It was all he needed, but I went further anyway.

“Jason, come. Come for me, honey…”

It happened instantly, like a bomb going off inside me. Jason didn’t just come, he detonated. His whole body pulsated in a giant wave, surging forward, filling my pussy with jet after jet of his white-hot seed.

“UNNNGGHHHH!”

He held me clamped tightly, almost painfully against him, so hard that I could barely move. Instead I churned my ass in a slow circle, writhing it, wriggling it back against him in an effort to drain him totally and completely.

“Oh my GOD…”

He was cursing savagely, mumbling something under his breath. In time he let go, pulling out of me. All five of us watched as my pussy began dripping immediately. Jason’s come ran down my ass, my thighs, soaking into the skirts of my dress…

“Now I’m your wife,” I smiled back at him.

The others were standing at attention, holding their own throbbing erections. Looking hotter and hornier than I’d ever seen any of them before.

Over the still-beautiful ruins of my wedding dress I wriggled my ass in their direction.

“Who’s next?”

Sixty

SAMMARA

Dakota took me next, driving so deep inside my come-filled pussy I swore I could feel him in my throat. He leaned in over my back. Pulled hard on my shoulders with both hands, driving himself home, showing me he was firmly in command.

“YESSSSS…” I hissed, smiling as he began dogging me mercilessly. “Fuck yes!”

The whole bed rocked, shifting against the floor as he pounded my body against his own. It was furious, even desperate. Dakota said nothing the whole time he fucked me, but even through my mess of hair I could feel his hot breath on my neck. And I could hear him growling too. His respiration turning short, every breath coming fast…

“SAMMARA—”

“Do it.”

Again, the surge. Again, the glorious, earth-shattering explosion, deep in my womb. Dakota made animal sounds throughout his orgasm, grunts and groans and moans that at times, didn’t even sound human. His arms remained locked as he made use of my body; everything totally and completely rigid as he shot me full, to the point of overflowing, with his come.

Dakota moved aside. Kyle took his place. It was like that often, only this time would be special. This was our wedding night. This was the session we’d remember forever — the one seared indelibly into our brains.

I wanted his orgasm to be good. I wanted to rock his world.

“God you’re like lava…”

I laughed as he sank into me, swirling himself around. Feeling how warm and wet and gooey I was, and how incredible it would feel for him to add himself to the mix.

“You close?” I asked over my shoulder, raising an eyebrow.

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