"Sara, wait—" I started, my voice strained, but she cut off with another soft hush, her hands resting on my thighs, steadying herself. The room felt like it was closing in.
I wanted to stop her, to pull back and walk away, but her touch, her closeness, and the weight of her earlier words—"I love you, Ezra"—kept rooted to the spot, caught in a mont I didn’t know how to escape.
The air in the small dressing room was thick, the faint scent of roses and Sara’s floral perfu wrapping around us.
Her hands wrapped around my dick, her fingers warm and deliberate, and my body reacted instantly, my cock throbbing under her touch.
"Ahh..." she murmured, her voice low and almost reverent as she leaned in, brushing her cheek against my shaft. Her eyes fluttered shut, her dark lashes stark against her flushed skin, and for a mont, she looked lost in the mont, like this was all she’d ever wanted.
"This...hardness..." she said softly, her breath hot against my dick, "this is what opened the doors to satisfaction in my life. Ever since we fucked in the brothel, Ezra, my days have been... brighter. Alive."
She pressed soft kisses along the side of my hard length, her lips grazing as her hands road on my dick.
The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of heat and need that made it hard to think straight.
"Ahmm... but still..." I managed, my voice breaking into a moan as my hands found her shoulders, gripping the delicate straps of her bridal gown. I wanted to argue, to stop this, but my body wasn’t listening.
She looked up at , her eyes glinting with sothing between adoration and defiance. "So much stamina, so much energy," she said, her voice sultry as her other hand moved lower, massaging my balls with a gentle, teasing touch.
"I don’t think I’ve ever felt this with any other man, Ezra. Just you." Her fingers explored, feeling the skin, and my dick hardened even more, throbbing relentlessly under her grip.
"Sara..." I groaned, my head tilting back against the door as she leaned forward, her lips kissing on the tip of my hard dick.
"Ahh... I need it all," she whispered, her voice raw with want. Then, slowly, she opened her mouth and took in, her lips closing around my cock, warm and wet.
"Fuck..." I moaned, my eyes squeezing shut as the sensation hit like a wave. My hands tightened on her shoulders, the soft fabric of her gown bunching under my fingers.
The wet sounds of her mouth—*umph, amm*—filled the room, mixing with the faint hum of the wedding music seeping through the walls. Her hands slid up, trailing over my abs, her fingers tracing the lines of muscle as she sucked my dick, her tongue swirling around the shaft in ways that sent jolts through my entire body.
"Sara... you idiot...ahh.." I groaned her na, the words slipping out between moans as the pressure built, my dick throbbing in her mouth.
The wet, rhythmic *gawk, gawk* of her movents echoed in the small space, her tongue twirling around , hitting nerves I didn’t even know I had.
Her head bobbed back and forth, steady and deliberate, and I could barely hold it together.
"Oh god... I can’t control it..." I said, my voice ragged as my hands moved to her head, fingers tangling in her dark hair, careful not to ss up her tiara.
My hips pushed forward, thrusting my dick in her mouth instinctively, just enough to hit the back of her throat, and she let out a soft hum, unfazed, her hands gripping my thighs to steady herself.
"Ezra..." she mumbled around , her voice muffled but teasing, pulling back just enough to catch her breath before diving back in to give blowjob.
The sight of her—kneeling in her pristine white gown, her lips wrapped around my dick, her eyes half-lidded with desire—was too much.
"Ahh...yeahh..." My mind scread that this was wrong, that we were in the middle of her wedding day, but my body was lost in her, caught in the heat and the pull of everything she was doing.
The small dressing room felt like it was closing in, the air thick with the scent of Sara’s perfu and the heat of the mont. My hands were tangled in her dark hair, careful not to knock the delicate tiara perched on her head, as her mouth worked over my cock, wet and relentless. The sensation was overwhelming, a tight coil of pleasure building in my core, and I could feel myself losing control.
"Ahh... I’m gonna... cum..." I groaned, my voice rough and broken as I looked down at her, my grip tightening on her head as my hips moved in short, desperate thrusts in her mouth, as I fucked her mouth losing myself.
Sara’s face was flushed, her cheeks a deep pink, her eyes half-lidded with a mix of desire and satisfaction.
*Gawk* *Gawk* She didn’t pull away, didn’t hesitate—just took my rock hard dick deeper, her lips and tongue pushing closer to the edge with every movent.
Her hands gripped my thighs, steadying herself in her white gown, the fabric pooling around her knees like a fallen cloud.
"Arghh...Fuck!" I gasped, my hips thrusting one last ti, burying my cock in her mouth as the orgasm crashed over like a tidal wave.
"Ahh... huhh...Sara..." My legs trembled, my head tilting back against the door as I released my sen inside her mouth, the pleasure pulsing through in waves.
"Ahhh..." held her head steady, my fingers tight in her hair, riding out the aftermath as my body shook, spilling every last drop of cum into her mouth.
She stayed there, her lips still wrapped around my saliva and sen filled cock, her eyes flicking up to et mine, intense and unyielding.
"Ahh..." Slowly, I eased my grip, gliding my hips back as I caught my breath, my chest heaving.
I pulled her head away gently, and a few drops of white cum glistened on her lips, catching the soft glow of the vanity lights.
"Aaa..." She looked up at , her face still flushed, and opened her mouth just enough to show the thick, white load she held there, her eyes never leaving mine.
"Sara..." I said, my voice hoarse, barely above a whisper, as I tried to process what had just happened. My hands fell to my sides, and I leaned back against the door, my jeans still bunched around my ankle, my mind a ss of guilt and lingering heat.
She held my gaze for a mont longer, then closed her eyes and tilted her head back slightly.
With a soft *GULP*, she swallowed, her throat moving as she took it all down.
The sight sent a new jolt through .
She wiped her lips with the back of her hand, smudging her lip gloss, and stood slowly.
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