Bernadette pushes Ernest deeper between her thighs Ⓤ

When Martin swept Anna off her feet and carried towards the bed, while frenching like there was no tomorrow. That left Ernest kneeling before the maid of honour, his tongue playing with her pearl, and two fingers inside her shell.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that the best man was not expecting to find himself in this situation, and he still was not exactly sure how he did. He was giving a felatio and fingering Lady Bernadette d'Alek von Kinsburg. A Lady, who - it might have been worthy to note - up to very recently was also married, and just buried her husband few months ago. His brain still had problems processing it, but that of course did not stop him from vigorously sucking her juices out of her spring.

The question was of course, what the hell was he supposed to do now? Should he fuck her? can he? He had a fiance of his own, and although during his bachelor days he visited his fair share of brothels, this somehow felt different.

Lucky for him, all of his moral and ethical dilemmas were soon solved when Bernadette grabbed his head, and pulled him stronger between her especially luscious thighs. She closed them around his head, making him completely loose access to air and outside sounds. All he could hear was beating of his own heart, which at this point was also about ready to jump out of his chest.

He started struggling fighting for his breath, but Bernadette did not relent. To the contrary she started moving her hips, his face now grinding against her wet cunt. Her juices covering his whole face, seeping into his open mouth, finally he even swallowed some of her cum in his efforts not to die from asphyxiation between this obscene woman's legs.

He was about to use his strength to release himself by ****, when he felt her leg's squeeze his head even harder, one more time before releasing him from their grip. But not before one more wave of ladies' juices flooded his mouth.

Coughing he fell back onto his ass. His hands behind his back kept him from falling completely. He was now sitting on the floor coughing, wheezing and trying to steady his breath, while Bernadette laid back on the lounger with satisfied grin on her face, and look of bliss in her eyes. Her legs spread immodestly.

He took a moment to admire her physique. Her slender, long legs, covered in black stockings, and black leather sandals. A wonderful cave he was just exploring hidden behind thick black forest. Broad hips, a thin waist and bountiful chest, creating a perfect hourglass shape. Finally her long dark hair, cascading down her shoulders in the waterfall of curls. Her distinguished face and brown eyes. Smiling at him.

His moral dilemma came back. What has he done?! What was he supposed to do now?

Author's rant: I just realised that since the start I planned Bernadette to be married, she should be a matron of honour, but now I'm to far gone, and do lazy to go back and change everything. So forgive me - I'm going to make her a widow. May her late husband RIP.

Also. Thanks for everyone who commented to vote on option "he makes Bernadette come with his tongue, and gets foot job as a reward (Bernadette is dominant)", let the Ernest's humiliation begin!

Next chapter is being written and will be released this week.

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