It’s time to paint the bride

James's voice was still firm, though it bore the edge of exhaustion. "Kneel," he ordered, his voice a dark, velvety command that sent a fresh wave of arousal through her. "On the floor."

Felicity's legs trembled as she obeyed, her knees sinking into the plush carpet as she settled into a submissive pose, looking up at them. The room was a blur of naked, sweaty men, their cocks still hard from the intense fucking she had just endured. She had never felt so exposed, so utterly used, and yet it was thrilling beyond words.

The three groomsmen looked down at her, their cocks in hand, a mix of amazement and lust on their faces. "You're going to love this," James murmured, his voice low and filled with a dark satisfaction. "They're going to cover your pretty face with their cum."

Felicity felt a rush of excitement mixed with a touch of fear, but she nodded, eager to please them. The thought of their hot, sticky semen on her skin was both repulsive and incredibly arousing. It was a taboo she had never dared to explore, and now it was happening.

Thomas took the lead, moving closer to her, his cock still hard and glistening with precum. "Look how pretty you are," he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine. "Such a good little slut, taking it all for us."

Marcus and Alex flanked her, their eyes roving over her body, taking in every detail of her submission. Marcus's hand stroked her cheek gently, his cock bobbing with his own excitement. "You're so beautiful like this," he said, his voice a mix of awe and lust. "So willing, so eager to take our cum."

Alex nodded in agreement, his own cock still rock-hard. "Look at her, begging for it," he murmured, his hand moving down to caress her neck. "You've always had such a pretty face, but like this...it's fucking perfect." His thumb traced her jawline, pushing it up slightly so she was looking directly at them.

Felicity felt the heat of their gazes, the power of their desire for her. It was a heady feeling, one that had her pussy clenching around nothing, her ass still throbbing from James's claiming. She was theirs, and she loved it.

Thomas stepped closer, the head of his cock just inches from her face. "Open your mouth," he said, his voice a command she didn't dare disobey. She parted her lips, her eyes never leaving his as he stroked himself. The anticipation was exquisite, the moment stretching out as he approached.

With a grunt, Thomas painted her face with his cum, the thick ropes landing on her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, and even in her hair, next to her wedding veil. She felt the sticky warmth of it, the weight of his release on her skin, and she was surprised to find that she liked it. The look of pure pleasure on his face was intoxicating, and she felt a strange sense of pride knowing she had brought him to this point.

Marcus and Alex didn’t waste any time. They stepped closer, their cocks bobbing with their own need. Marcus was first, stroking himself rapidly before aiming for her mouth. His cum shot out in a powerful jet, hitting the back of her throat and making her **** slightly. She swallowed, her eyes watering, as he painted her breasts with the rest, leaving no part untouched.

Alex’s eyes gleamed as he stepped up next. He took his cock in his hand and gave it a few firm strokes, his gaze never leaving hers as he approached. "You know what to do," he said with a wink, and she nodded, eager to please him.

Felicity leaned in and took Alex’s cock in her hand, her small, delicate fingers wrapping around the base. She stared into his eyes as she began to jerk him off, her movements slow and deliberate. The contrast between her dainty hand and his thick, hard member was erotic, and she felt a thrill of power knowing she could bring him to climax with just her touch.

Alex's eyes never left hers as he whispered, "You know I've dreamed of this, right? Every time I jerked off, I pictured you, just like this." His words sent a fresh wave of heat through her body, making her even wetter. She had never been the subject of such raw, unbridled desire before.

Marcus and Thomas watched intently, their own cocks gradually softening, as Alex's hips began to buck. Felicity felt a thrill of power, knowing that she was the cause of their undoing. She stroked him faster, eager to feel his cum on her face, eager to taste him.

"Fuck, you're so good at that," Alex groaned, his eyes hooded with lust. His hand came up to cradle the back of her head, guiding her closer to his pulsing cock. "Take it, baby," he whispered, his voice thick with need. "Take all of it on that innocent face!”

Without warning, Alex's cock erupted, sending streams of hot, sticky cum across her face and into her open mouth. She swallowed reflexively, the salty taste of his release mingling with her own arousal as it dripped down her chin. His hand continued to hold her head, ensuring she didn’t miss a drop, his eyes never leaving hers. It was a moment of pure dominance and submission, and Felicity felt a new level of exhilaration as she obeyed.