Finale Steffi

Next up, Steffi. The redheaded brat was leaning casually against the wall when Lisa walked into Room 3. Her short dress had already ridden halfway up her thighs, her long legs spread apart as if she were already waiting for something. “Steffi… are you ready for Svenja’s final humiliation?”

Steffi grinned widely, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. The freckles on her nose danced as she laughed softly. Lisa took another step closer, her voice deeper, dirtier: “Svenja won’t make it to the swing anymore. The bride is totally done for. We can take advantage of that. You put on her white wedding lingerie—that tiny lace bodysuit that barely covers her tits and her pussy—put on the veil, and we’ll write ‘wedding gift’ or something even dirtier on your ass. Then on his first wedding night, the groom won’t be fucking his bride… but you. Fast, hard, and deep. You saw how those old hags were jerking off his fat cock through his pants earlier, didn’t you? That cock’s been rock-hard and dripping all evening. He’s gonna pound you on the swing like a cheap wedding hooker while Svenja lies somewhere in bed, oblivious to everything.”

Steffi laughed softly and lustfully, a throaty, dirty sound. She arched her back so her small, firm tits pressed against the fabric.

“Fuck yeah. This is all so fucking funny. The whole wedding is one big sick joke. I’ve always had a pretty special relationship with sex—the kinkier and more depraved, the better. The chance to put on her own lingerie on Svenja’s wedding night, put on the veil, and let her newlywed husband fuck me while she’s lying in bed somewhere, done for… that’s just too hot. I’m not going to pass that up.”

She slowly licked her lips, her tongue sliding provocatively over her lower lip. “Go ahead and write ‘Florian’s private wedding fuck slut.’ I want him to read my ass and know right away that he shouldn’t talk now, but fuck. Me. In her own swing.” Lisa smiled contentedly. “Then get changed, you little horny slut.”

Without hesitation, Steffi slipped off her dress. Her pale skin and red hair glowed in the light. She slipped into the white lingerie, pulled the sheer fabric over her hard nipples, and adjusted the veil. Then she turned her back to Lisa, leaned forward slightly, and spread her legs.

“Go on. Write it down. Make it really dirty.”

Lisa dipped the marker. The letters glowed on Steffi’s firm, round ass: “Florian’s private wedding fuck mare, anything goes”

Lisa led the red-haired brat into a similar dimly lit room. Steffi was wearing the same tiny white wedding lingerie, the veil, and the dirty marker brand on her firm ass. Lisa deftly helped her into the swing. She pulled the leather straps around her slender thighs, spreading them wide until Steffi’s small, smooth pussy was completely exposed. Her arms were secured above her head, the seat raised so that Steffi’s body floated freely—ready to be taken. Lisa adjusted the veil, running a hand once over the red hair and the freckles on her cheeks. “Look, if you pull here,” she demonstrated, “the head comes down and you can fuck someone from the front and back at the same time.” “Look at that, you cheap fuck doll. Your pussy is already dripping onto the floor. You’re really just a hole for Florian now.”

Steffi laughed with lust, her voice hoarse, her hips already twitching in the straps.

Lisa reached for the wide O-ring gag and held it right in front of Steffi’s face.

“Open your mouth, slut. You know what to do.” Steffi obediently opened her mouth, and Lisa shoved the ring deep inside, strapping it tight. Her mouth now remained wide open, drooling.

Lisa stepped back, looked at the bound, suspended Steffi, and grinned lewdly. “Well, look at that, you little red-haired wedding whore. All spread out like that again, ready to destroy your friend’s marriage.” She took the lubricant, squeezed a big dollop right onto Steffi’s ass, and began to rub it in in a particularly humiliating way. With slow, circular motions, she first spread the gel over the tight anus, pushed two fingers deep inside, and fucked her ass with them a few times while laughing: “Your asshole is already so greedy. Are you looking forward to stealing Svenja’s husband that much?” Then her fingers went deeper, roughly spreading Steffi’s labia apart and lubricating her pussy—thick, slippery, and excessively wet, until everything glistened and the gel ran down in long strands. Lisa gave her a firm slap on both butt cheeks

Finally, Lisa pulled out two small, pink vibrators. First, she shoved one deep into Steffi’s dripping pussy and set it to the lowest setting. Then she did the same to Steffi’s ass, which was already moaning softly. “For you, you horny wedding cheaters. So you stay nice and wet and **** while you hang here waiting for your fuck. Enjoy the wait… Svenja would hate it.”

Lisa counted in her head. Three are done, two more to go.