We were both now gasping for air, crying out in sexual abandon, using words and sounds to spur on!

We were both now gasping for air, crying out in sexual abandon, using words and sounds to spur each other on, closer and closer, louder and louder, faster and faster. Her fingernails dug into my chest as I began to buck upward against her. I continued to pull and pinch harder on her nipples and thrust my cock into her.

Liz clawed and scratched and screamed as she felt her explosion begin. I cried out, feeling my white hot liquid beginning its unstoppable eruption. We both came together in a flurry of wanton orgasmic detonation. I felt my hot cum flowing unstoppably into her, I felt her pussy contracting and releasing over and over again to suck me dry.

I heard her crying out my name as she thrashed in her own ecstatic ballet on my hardness. With one final simultaneous cry of release, we both gave our last gasp of exhilaration. Then she collapsed on my chest, my still-hard cock remaining inside her. We breathed hard, raggedly, erratically and erotically as our lust subsided.

She laid on top of me, now quiet, until we both knew the reception would start. We kissed gently, Liz. got up, gathered her clothes, and dressed. I started to get up and said Liz needed to wake up Michelle so she can do her makeup done.

Liz kissed me again. As she reached the door, she turned and spoke. " We uphold the tradition now. You're so so good! Now, I’m not happy with leaving right after the reception, but it's too late. But I thought. .. can we meet next week?" "Are you kidding me?" I ask Liz.

"No, please, I do want everything to see you after this wedding day," she says with a smile, then she closed the door behind her. I heard Michelle's door close.