The Wedding Night

Their bridal lingerie matched; Amanda in that purest, most virginal white. Bruna, in black silk, her golden cock distending the crotch of her black panties. They kissed, their eyes closed, Amanda's hand slowly tracing down Bruna's chest, caressing the large fake breasts before sliding lower to grope the very real cock.

Amanda snapped her fingers, and you crawled forth. You were in pink, a tiny thong covering your remnant, which remained soft, even on this most special of days. You pulled off Bruna's panties, diving in, the masculine prick coated in sweet smells and lotions that made your head spin. You wrapped your lips around the tip of her uncut cock, greedily sucking on her pole.

"We've got time," Amanda said, petting your hair. "Get her aching for me. I want to make love to her while you watch, baby."

You slowed down, sucking her sensuously, luxuriously, your soft, wet mouth bobbing on her length. Amanda perched beside you, watching you, until she was satisfied and Bruna laid on bed. Amanda straddled her, lowering her perfect pink pussy onto that perfect Brazilian cock.

She moaned loudly, starting to ride up and down. She'd meant to give you the perfect view. But you couldn't help yourself, diving in to join them, your mouth swiveling from her thick round ass, to Bruna's large swollen balls.

"Oh Dani ... oh fuck!" Amanda squealed, and you could see her cumming on her wife's big cock. This ... this was paradise.