The Last day

Day- 7 [Last Day]

Needless to say, Oscar didn't let her sleep for even a second. Trying different positions all night and pumping his cum inside her like he was on a mission. Which he was.

The next morning, they slept till afternoon. Oscar didn't plan to, but no matter how much he wanted to fuck this dumb bride, his body wasn't exactly healthy enough to do that for so many hours straight and, regrettably, had to take a break.

They were both tired, and Susan's body was aching a little. But she was determined to continue practising and be the best wife for Gary.

"What are we going to do now?" She asked, getting up from the bed. Very determined, as this was her wedding day at last. Gary would arrive by evening if everything was fine. Which was only 5-6 hours away.

Unbeknownst to her, Oscar was in panic mode, as he overslept and wasted so much time.

"It's the final day, Susan. Today, we will be special. First, we should take a bath and get ready, I mean, you should get ready." Oscar said, kissing her neck, his hands around her boobs, his cock already twitching, thinking of the plan he had in store for her.

"Okay, I'll do my best," Susan said, nodding her head, her eyes shining with determination.

"Great," Oscar grinned.

Susan got up and walked towards the bathroom, jiggling her ass. She was closing the door behind her when Oscar barged in.

"We would get very late if we got ready one by one. Let's take a shower together. To save time, of course." He explained, but he didn't want to miss any chance to be in contact with her beautiful and plump body.

"Oh yeah sure", Susan replied. She wanted to wear that dress as soon as possible.

After some time, Susan and Oscar were in the bathroom. Susan was naked, and her body was wet, and Oscar was hugging her from behind, his hands on her tits, rubbing them all over.

"Cleaning each other would be faster, you know, " he said, taking soap in his hands and running them all over her body, giving special attention to her pussy.

"Thanks, Oscar"

"Hey, what is this? Look, Susan, your pussy is dirty," He said, pointing at her pussy, his hand on her labia, rubbing it gently but not entering her love hole.

"Huh? Oh, I, I didn't realise. Sorry, I'll clean it now," She said, putting her hands between her legs, washing the area with the shower head.

"No, no, Susan, you're doing it wrong, here, let me help you," He said, yanking her hands away from her puffy lips and shoving his own. Rubbing with more ****, occasionally giving a little slap. His other hand was busy twisting her nipples.

"Ah, um, thanks, Oscar," She said, her body shivering.

"Your nipples are hard, Susan, they look very delicious," He said, kissing her neck, biting her earlobe, and whispering in her ear. Oscar didn't realise, but he has turned more and more into a romantic than someone who was turning Susan into a sex ****.

"Ah, um, no, I, I, um, tha-thanks," She stuttered, her body trembling a little.