The sheer envy

Jolie's wedding was a truly exciting event. As she walked down the aisle, her bare feet stole the attention of all the guests. Under her white veil, which only partially covered her face, Jolie's beauty shone in all its glory. Her body was free of any clothing and her wedding dress was the only thing she was wearing.

The guests were surprised when they realized that Jolie was wearing nothing but her wedding dress and veil. Her bare breasts, only slightly covered by the gauzy material of the dress, added a sensual touch to her appearance. Jolie's nipples were erect and poking through the fabric.

When Jolie moved, the soft curve of her bare bottom could be glimpsed under the flowing fabric of the dress. The guests could hardly believe what they were seeing, and some dared to take a furtive glance at Jolie's clean-shaven pubis peeking out seductively from between her legs.

During the ceremony, you could feel the heat rising between Jolie's bare skin and the smooth fabric of the dress. The air was filled with the scent of her arousal, which mingled with the scent of flowers and candles. Jolie's excited moans elicited soft giggles from the audience as she tied the knot.

Jolie had a vivid fantasy of how her husband Pete would fuck her at the party in front of all the guests and then release her for general use. In her imagination, she could feel and experience every intimate detail.

She imagined Pete guiding her around the room with a firm grip on her hair. His lips found their way to her neck while his hands explored her naked body. His fingers slid over her aroused breasts, squeezing and twirling her sensitive nipples as he whispered vulgar words in her ear.

Jolie could smell the pungent odor of her own arousal as Pete spread her legs and pressed his hard cock against her swollen labia. With one deft movement, he penetrated her and she could feel her insides being filled by his manhood. A loud moan escaped her as Pete took her with powerful thrusts.

Their bodies collided in wild ecstasy, their sweat beads mingling and leaving shiny marks on her skin. Jolie's fantasy also included the presence of other guests, who watched her eagerly and were themselves gripped by lust. She could feel the greedy glances on her exposed body, which heightened her arousal even further.

Pete not only let her be filled by his cock, but also allowed other guests to touch, lick and penetrate her. Jolie enjoyed the feeling of hands, lips and tongues on her body as Pete relentlessly thrust into her, pushing her pleasure limits further and further.

Her orgasm finally overwhelmed her as her muscles contracted around Pete's cock and her juices flowed over its pulsating length. The intensity of the scene in Jolie's imagination was almost palpable as she pictured Pete unloading her to the highest heights of pleasure and releasing her for general use.

Jolie enjoyed these intense fantasies and let her imagination run wild. There were no boundaries or taboos in her world, just the pure pleasure and satisfaction she experienced in her mind.

Jenny, Jolie's cousin, has always been filled with envy when it came to Jolie's looks. She always felt inferior compared to Jolie. While Jolie was blessed with her seductive curves, Jenny had a more modest appearance.

Jolie's breasts were full and voluptuous, bouncing seductively under her clothes and attracting admiring glances. Every glance at her breasts was like a promise of sensual fulfillment. Jenny, on the other hand, had smaller, rather inconspicuous breasts that did not have the same magnetic attraction.

Their asses were also very different. Jolie's bottom was round and firm, with sensual curves that fired the imagination. It literally invited to be kneaded and kissed. Jenny, on the other hand, had a flatter bottom that didn't have the same fullness and allure as Jolie's.

The differences between the two cousins were obvious and Jenny couldn't help but be filled with envy. While Jolie caught everyone's eye, Jenny felt invisible and insignificant. She longed to receive the same attention and admiration as her desirable cousin.

It was a bitter truth for Jenny that she was in Jolie's shadow. There was no way Jenny could begrudge Jolie Pete and the undivided attention they were enjoying. It pricked her like a thousand pins and needles that Jolie not only had a man as desirable as Pete by her side, but that she was also attracting all the attention of the guests.

Jenny imagined what it would be like to be in Jolie's place. How she would be the one being pampered by Pete with passionate devotion. How she would be the one attracting the attention of the guests as she presented herself in sinful poses.

She could imagine Pete exploring her breasts with greedy hands, kneading them and sucking on her sensitive nipples. Jenny fantasized about him gripping her bottom tightly and pampering her aroused labia with his skilled mouth.

In her fantasy, Jenny was the one being fucked hard and relentlessly by Pete while the guests watched her and moaned with pleasure. She could feel his throbbing manhood thrusting deep inside her as her own juices flowed with desire.

Jenny, driven by her deep envy and unfulfilled longing for attention, decided to take a drastic step. She kidnapped the bride, Jolie, and handcuffed her directly to the love lock between Jolie and Pete.

For Jolie, however, this was not an act of fear or terror, but an added thrill on the way to her extraordinary wedding night.

Jolie's hope of being fucked by perfect strangers in this extraordinary position pulsed in her mind and heightened her excitement.

She imagined these strangers running their hands over her body, kneading her breasts and twirling her aroused nipples between their fingers. The idea of being desired and taken by them fueled her lust and drove her to the brink of madness.

Jolie longed for the strangers to slide their hands over her bottom, knead it firmly and devour her with greedy glances. She wanted to feel their lips on her skin, let their tongues wander over her sensitive spots and let her sink into a maelstrom of pure ecstasy.

Her imagination took her even further as she pictured the strangers exploring her aroused labia with their tongues, fingers and hard cocks. Jolie could literally feel the heat and pressure as they fucked her deep and hard while she was bound and defenseless.

The hope of these strange, wild encounters brought Jolie to the edge of her lust. She longed to be taken and used by someone. This could really be the best day of her life, on what was supposed to be a busy walkway.

But no one came.

Jenny's construction site barriers were doing a great job.