Wedding Night for Three

Linda didn't need a lot of pomp and circumstance, for which Douglas was grateful. She needed the preacher, the ring ... and Jarquez. The hood thug had the petite redhead with her head pinned against the wall, his large black cock fucking her throat. She was making contented gurgling sounds.

Which left her pussy open, for now. Not for fucking ... it wasn't going to be that kind of marriage. But for him to bury his face into her wet pussy, to taste the fleeting facade of innocence of his bride on her wedding night, to find and suckle at her little clit.

It was all too soon when Jarquez roughly tapped his shoulder. Douglas backed off...and Jarquez picked up Linda like a rag doll, tossing her onto the bed. He mounted her unceremoniously, shoving his large black prick into her soft, silken pussy. Linda crooked her finger at her new husband, inviting him over for a closeup view as her bull fucked her for the first time as a bride. This was his place, Douglas knew. There was happiness in cuckoldry.