Ernest gives Bernadette a pearl necklace Ⓤ

When Martin swept Anna off her feet and carried towards the bed, while frenching like there was no tomorrow. That left Bernadette kneeling before the best men, her tongue playing with his sword, one hand caressing his hilt, other keeping her balanced on the lounger.

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 getting a world class fellatio from 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 thoroughly enjoying her sucking the juices out of him.

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

Bernadette's tongue was dancing around Ernest's dick with a steady rhythm. one, two. three four. Like in tango. Step front. Step back. Or in this case, lick the head, lick the shaft.

The best man was starting to make some really strange noises at this point, and honestly panicking a bit. He was about to cum, but cumming now would mean soiling that goddess, and he wasn't sure he'd survive that dishonour. He clenched his hands as hard as he could.

"Not enjoying yourself?" a sweet voice of the countess distracted him from counting sheep.
"I am!" he responded stunned by the question.
"Hmm. Indeed? Then why haven't you feed me your seed yet? I thought I was doing a good job to suck it out of your fruits"

Poor guy would probably be less surprised surprised if a horde of unicorns rushed through the bedroom door to snuggle on the bride's still virgin womb.

Seemingly angry the maid of honour stood up from the couch and struck a pose.

"Are you not finding me attractive?" she asked with a stern voice.
"Of... of course I do!" Ernest stuttered.
"Prove it!" She retorted dropping back on her knees, and grabbing his balls in one hand and dick in another.

That was a straw that broke a camels back. He exploded, shooting his white juice all over her décolletage. Creaming her chest. She grabbed his shaft and aimed it lower, making sure no cum lands on her face or hair. Laughing heartily as she squeezed his balls, to drain every last bit.

When his cock stopped twitching she leaned in and licked the reminder of his jizz off the tip, sending final wave of shivers down his spine.

Leaning back she presented her second, white-pearl necklace to him and licked her lips.

'Oh look. What a mess you've made, you filthy boy. You should have let me swallow it. You'll need to clean it up now!" she said with a wicked smile.

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 "blow job & hand job", with a new pearl necklace Bernadette will have to decide on the cleanup method :)!

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

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