*Every character in this short is 18+*
“You look beautiful,” Steven told the young bride whose eyes strained to look up at him through the white veil. His dick was to the hilt inside her mouth, a tight seal that even drool could not escape.
“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 understand her gags like the parents of a child using made-up words. They often had to translate for Stephanie’s fiancé since he didn’t spend nearly as much time with her as they did.
“Are you nervous?”