- When you get married, I'll be a witness at your wedding.
I humbled him and agreed. In our happy and carefree time it seemed like a funny joke. Who would have known that in a few years all this will happen. We parted, after long quarrels and bickering about our further life. You never asked me to marry you. Although we both used to dream about it. At least that's what I thought.
We set a date with my future husband. Ordered a Banquet, invited relatives. He wanted to witness his best friend, but I refused. She said this place was taken. The groom was not me. Unlike you, he always agreed with me on everything. And was wrong. I hated him for that. Every time I had sex with him, I pictured you. Who knows whose bed you were warming at that moment. I crumpled his hair, scratched his shoulders and spread her legs in front of him, letting his cock. So disgusting, you know. There were no forces and desires to see him, to talk to him, but he was there. A week before the wedding, I picked up the phone and with trembling fingers dialed your number on the sensor. The telephone was ringing. Wow. I was hoping you changed your SIM card a long time ago.
- Yes, I'm listening. - I heard it in the receiver.
The excitement took my breath away. I wanted out. But I didn't let myself do it.
Hello – almost a whisper I said.
- Is that you? Strange, didn't think that when we will talk again.
The second time I wanted to interrupt the conversation. But I continued.
– I'm getting married.
There was a silence. None of us knew what to say.
- Well, congratulations to you. But why would I know that?
The stiffness in your voice gave me strength and I blurted out in one breath.
- Don't you want to be our witness?
You hung up. But we were both stubborn and proud. A few days later, I got a text from you, just two words.
– I agree.
There was no time to think about your arrival, but I thought constantly. I stopped having sex with my fiancé. Although he naively attributed it to pre-wedding jitters. A long-awaited week has passed. I never heard from you again. I never called. I thought it was probably for the best. I was beautiful on my wedding day. Long hair was flowing, waves were falling on my shoulders. There was the best make-up, the best dress and delightful Batiste underwear. I've never seen myself so beautiful. I admired, looking in a mirror, and caught myself thinking that all this is not for you. In the rush and the fun was held ransom and other traditional ceremonies. I looked at my phone and secretly sipped cognac from everyone. Imperceptibly time flew by, and the wedding procession moved to the registry office. My fiancé helped me out of the car.
Holding the hem, I entered the building. The thought flashed-This is the end. You were standing in the brightly lit hall, with a huge bouquet of flowers you never gave me. Your face didn't actually Express any emotion. On the ribbon, slung over his shoulder clearly read the letters of the witness. I wanted to laugh. But it didn't work. Then rolled a sharp desire to once again pull the brandy, but nothing. We didn't even say Hello. You just stood there and didn't look at me. I tried to do the same. There was a speech. I agreed.
Of course I was hoping you'd take me . Tell everyone this wedding is a farce. Tell me you still love me. But you kept quiet. When it came time to congratulate me, you just came up and kissed me on the lips. My husband was embarrassed, but did not show. Then handed the bouquet and passed. And not submitting to the river with my husband. There was a toastmaster at the Banquet. Guests made noise and drank a lot. Everyone danced. And I was sitting in my seat. That's not how I pictured my wedding. But I soon had to plunge into the fun as me and my new husband were the owners of the holiday. I was sad. You sat far away and apparently did not miss , in the company of three girls. They laughed and tried to touch you once again. I never knew that these were friends of her husband. At that moment, our eyes met. You stood up and rapidly pushing the chair toward me. I started to panic. There was absolutely no one around. I was afraid I didn't know what. You were beautiful. I got goosebumps just thinking about you touching me. Without a word you took me by the hand and led her from the hall. Sitting next to a relative of her husband-grunted, uttered a tongue-tied, something about the theft of the bride and lowered his face on the table. No one paid any attention to him.
- Where are you taking me ? - I started pulling my arm out. But to no avail.
My attempts did not stop, but the ring of your fingers tightened around my hand. Finally we stopped near a small door, you opened it and pushed me into a narrow little lit room.
- You have to give it one last time. – saying this is rude and pushy , you're a sharp movement put me on the dirty table in the back and began to bite his neck.
It was painful and odnovremnno insanely nice. Oh, my God, I wanted you in this moment! My nails dug into your shoulders, even through your shirt. You pulled up your dress and pulled down the translucent stockings, began to kiss my feet. I moaned softly and caught by hand the air looking for support. You were getting higher. From the knees, you were the runner up. Interfere with the fluffy skirt. But I also crumpled it up and pressed it to himself, freeing you space.
You spread my legs even wider. One of my feet hit the closet ,the other against the wall. But I endured. I wanted to feel your tongue on my clitoris. But you tormented me and hesitated. Then licking , then biting his inner thighs. It seemed like it could last forever, finally I couldn't stand it and pulled your head higher. And you started kissing a little bump, which gave me a little cramp.
I moaned and no longer controlled whether it was loud or quiet. It was indifferent. You caressed my pussy like we hadn't seen each other for ten years and all that time you thought about it. The moment of orgasm was approaching. I arched my back like a wildcat. From the Cabinet something was flying. I pressed you even harder. You didn't stop. And put the language in a warm pussy again and again. When you started helping yourself with your fingers, I couldn't stand it and I yelled your name. The body ran several waves of orgasm. You're up. For a moment, I thought you were coming out.
However, you began to unbutton the belt on his pants, realizing what you want, I began to help you. I didn't have to get down on my knees. On dirty women was already spat. I licked his palm and took your risen a member of in hand. It was slippery and hard. I didn't want to kiss him. Lick. I just wanted to suck like a whore. It didn't matter what you thought after that. I tried to take it in my mouth completely. Helping wet palm, moving on the trunk of your cock. You're not moaning as I do. But the breathing was very frequent.
When I started sucking your testicles one by one, you took me by the hair and pulled me closer, letting me know what you like. I hated myself for my behavior. But the desire was too great. We moved together. We kept to the same rhythm. You moved your hips, I moved my head. But soon you picked me up and started kissing me rudely. The corset of the dress was getting lower and lower and your hands were searching my chest. You crushed her in unbearable pain. I moaned and asked to continue. After that, you lost me. He looked at my swollen lips, and ran his finger over them. I knew you hadn't finished yet. And we wanted to extend our pleasure. I turned around backwards and leaned on a shaky table, it creaked from our efforts. You understood me without words. Gathering my hair, you slung it over my shoulder. And tilting me lower, lifted the hem. But you took your time And began to stroke and pinch my buttocks. And then I had to ask you to come in. And you couldn't say no to me. Several times you touched your dick to my ass teasing me. I moved forward. And finally you entered. One sharp and quick movement. It hurt crazy. I howled and clutched at the edge of the table. But you're not paying attention to it, began to move in me .
The tremors were rhythmic and strong. The table was banging against the wall and the balls against my ass. I leaned forward so you could go deeper. And again with the little room echoed with my moans of pain and pleasure. We had sex like I was a hooker for an hour, and you haven't had a woman in a year. I finally felt the tremors began, breathing subcibe , orgasm was approaching. Yes, Yes. I've said it a thousand times. Oh. Deeper. Still. There was a knock. You stopped for a moment. I told you not to stop. And you listened.
The knocking became more insistent. A voice was heard. My husband did. He called me. But I only moaned louder, and lowering his hand, began to caress her clitoris. It was not possible to get an orgasm. Distracting sounds from behind the door. Finally, a minute later, you came, just as I sent my husband to hell. Favorite hugged me, sweaty and warm from the back and indifferent kissed the top of his head. Quickly put himself in order and left . And I remained standing, with a lifted dress and cum dripping down my thighs.