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They kissed gently at the altar and followed the Reverend to the office while the organist played an unknown variation of Mozart’s Marriage of Figar.... Lauren and Kirsten followed behind, witnessing the register with the Best Man who turned out to have a modicum of wit and personality. She looked again at the groom, and noticed under his coat tails a large safety pin that held his trousers together. The Best Man, Jakob, caught her stare and smiled back wickedly, nodding.The ensemble returned to. I was stunned. Dad saw it, grabbed me, and pulled me up so I wouldn't be breathing water. I was woozy. Dizzy to the point I had to sit in the water to figure out what was going on. For the rest of time we were there, I didn't swing on the tire any more. Mostly, I sat on the bank watching in a haze of disorientation feeling like I was going to be sick to my stomach.That evening I had trouble doing my chores. I finally had to tell Dad I was getting sick to my stomach just walking around. He took. When it was all the way inside of her, he held it there. All she felt was the burning, stretching sensation, driving her mad with agony. With her pussy stuffed, he used his free hand to pick up the bottle of lube and let a few drops fall on to her asshole. He shoved his cock in, hard, while using his free hand to prevent the force from pushing the dildo out. He fucked her raw and already injured asshole roughly, no slow approach this time. Ashleigh felt as if she were being torn apart. She had. As if it knew she was still wet from sex and growing warmer by the second."Oh, Jeff!" she whispered. She stepped away from him and leaned back on the counter. His eyes were all over her body as she popped the cork out of the wine and took a sip. "I know why I'm here at two in the morning, but why are you in here and naked?" she asked him."I was just sipping some water over here in the corner when you came in and put on the show," he replied. "I've been sleeping naked lately and I didn't want.
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