The Wedding

Sitting contenplating her life with a crystal flute of Chandon Moet in a private shadowy courtyard dressed in her new avant-garde white silk dress - when a European dark complexion gentleman approached...no words spoken, only eyes talking when he put out his hand, she raised hers as anticipation ran their veins, thick fogged breathes escaped with the scent of a growing primal lust so enrichingly raw - open mouths devoured each other. The magnetic resonance between had no place to go except explode with them. The ivy wall became their private boudoir, pressed & raised to their greenry meadow. The sound of anticipation was taking over them - when her safeguard pantihose were seriously wripped apart allowing the full volume of her potent femininity to blanket them in its thick aching perfume.
With no effort he plunged her soaking wettness with no resistance & beginning to fill her with a granite like member - in her drawn back neck, wide open gasping for air a partly coherent voice could only muster, "fill me deep, hard & strong & for fuck sake don't U dare STOPPP!!!."
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