Ever wonder if a bride's itch for big cock overrides her vows? Lace bodysuit clings to her curves, garters framing pale thighs slick with sweat. He manhandles her against the mirror, fabric rasping skin, fingers bruising hips while unzipping. Big cock springs free, veins throbbing against her palm's soft squeeze. She drops to knees, lips stretching wide around the girth, tongue swirling the head as saliva drips onto white heels. Back on feet, bent over tufted bench—ass cheeks yielding to his thrust, pussy gripping every ridge. Cheating bride gasps, veil tangled in fists, body jolting with each deep stroke. Sweat beads on her spine, his balls slapping wet skin.
