Unglued
“She really does,” said Daniel, a second man behind the puffy train of the wedding dress. He was specifically talking about her round ass, which he was always absentmindedly slapping and groping. Today it looked bright red surrounded by pure white tulle. He had not seen her face in a while, barely remembered it, in fact. His dick was also to the hilt inside her. “Thank you,” Stephanie replied. She didn’t actually say the words, more a throaty gluck, but Steven and Daniel had learned to...