White wedding dress clinging to trembling curves, the bride sinks to the floor when the suit steps forward and unzips. Cock springs free, thick and veiny, and she doesn’t hesitate—lips part, tongue flicks, and she’s gagging before the zipper even hits the carpet. Dark eyes locked on his, throat fluttering around every inch as he fists her hair and pushes deeper. The dress bunches around her hips, lace tearing where his fingers dig in, while she struggles to take more, drool trailing down her chin. He pulls her head back just enough to smirk, then shoves her face onto his cock again, forcing her to deepthroat until her mascara runs in black rivers down her cheeks. The bed creaks behind them, forgotten in the heat of the moment.
