The sunny day, the rustling leaves, music playing under the tent — the park was beautifully decorated for the wedding. White ribbons fluttered in the breeze, glasses filled with champagne. In the spotlight stood the bride, Jessica: a slender blonde with a delicate waist, wearing a tight dress that hugged her curves. She smiled, accepted congratulations, holding the groom’s hand.
But at some moment, he appeared — Mark, a distant family acquaintance. Tall, bold, with a predatory look. He came too close; his hand seemed to brush her back, then lower — gently squeezing her ass.
Jessica shivered but didn’t pull away. Her heart raced. She turned — the groom was chatting with someone and noticed nothing.
— Come with me. Just for a minute, Mark whispered, touching her hand.
She hesitated… for a second. Then nodded.
They walked past the trees to a small public restroom. Inside, it was cool and empty. He closed the door behind them, grabbed her waist, lifted her dress, and immediately turned her toward the sink.
— You’re so beautiful, he breathed out and thrust into her from behind in one motion.
Jessica gasped at the suddenness. He was much thicker than her groom. His cock filled her deeply, stretching her, moving confidently and roughly. She leaned on the sink with her hands, breathing heavily. His hips slammed into her ass with force, making wet, sharp sounds that made her legs tremble.
— God… she whispered as he slammed in again to the hilt.
After a couple of minutes, Mark stopped, pulled out, sat on the toilet lid, and, squeezing her thighs, whispered:
— Ride me.
She climbed on him, guiding his cock inside slowly with a muffled moan. Now she controlled the rhythm. Her hips moved back and forth, up and down. Her bare breasts slipped out of the dress and bounced freely with every bounce. Her nipples were hard, her skin hot and damp with sweat.
He watched, mesmerized: how she rode him, how her breasts jiggled, how her insides clenched around him with every movement.
— You were made for this, he whispered hoarsely, kissing her neck.
He rose again, holding her to him, turned her to face the mirror. Set her on her feet, then thrust into her from behind once more — sharply, hard, to the limit. Jessica bit her lip to keep from crying out. He pounded her fiercely without stopping until he gripped her waist and growled:
— I’m… gonna…
He buried himself inside her and started to cum. Hot, thick cum flooded her from within, pulsing in waves. Jessica stood barely holding herself up, feeling all his seed deep inside her and then how it started to leak out immediately after — warm, sticky, dripping down the insides of her thighs.
She fixed her dress, wiped her face, glanced in the mirror — her cheeks were flushed. After a few minutes, she returned to the park. The groom waited for her by the arch, unsuspecting.
She took his hand. They walked toward the altar.
And only she knew that the cum of another man was still sliding down her legs.