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What Mom Knows Fucks Her in White

... of her as she fell to her knees and buried her face in-between the still standing Ellie. I quipped, “A couple minutes of face fucking and you’re ready to burst. Maybe you really are a sub playing a domme.” She just glared at me but didn't say anything, instead grabbing my mom's head and shoving it deeper between her legs. Miranda said, “That's it baby, fuck her face, bounce your balls off her chin.” I obliged and joked, “You know just the right words to say, my bride.” “Shove your cock down her throat,” Miranda continued. “It's already starting,” I sighed with a smile. “What has?” Miranda asked confused. “Already bossing me around,” I joked. “I know I demand so much of you,” she joked. My balls were beginning to boil and for some reason the thought of coming on Brittany’s face and dress seemed wrong, she already had a nice cunt sheen on her face so I decided to do something else. Pulling my cock out of the bride's mouth, I ordered, “Push those tits together.” Although confused by my intent and seemingly close to coming herself from masturbating while I used her mouth for my own pleasure, she obeyed, leaning forward and giving me a nice target. I aimed my cock down, furiously stroking my cock and in less than a minute my cum missiles shot out between her breasts and inside her dress. Miranda purred, “You naughty boy.” “I learned from the best,” I quipped as I shoved my cock back in the bride's mouth. “We should at least get her off before we send her back to her wedding ...

... reception,” Miranda said. “It is the least we can go,” I concurred. “Is that bottle of champagne empty yet?” Miranda went to it. “All gone.” “Bring it here,” I asked nicely. Miranda did instantly understanding my intent. I pointed, “Set it on the floor.” Miranda laughed, “You never stop surprising me.” “Nor do you,” I smiled, before pulling my cock out of Brittany's mouth and asking, “Do you want to come, slut?” “God, yes,” she moaned, completely forgetting her vows a few hours earlier as she continued to be the sexual servant to all of us. “Straddle that bottle and get yourself off,” I ordered. Her eyes went ride. “Can't you just fuck me with your big cock?” “Oh I could, but I am saving that for my special wedding gift,” I said, turning my gaze to Kristina who just smiled. “I-I-I can't do that,” Brittany stammered. “I wasn't asking your opinion slut, fuck that bottle now,” I firmly ordered. Horny and defeated, Brittany ended her brief and futile defiance and moved to the bottle. Miranda, being the sweetheart she is, held the bottle in place as the bride slowly lowered herself on the long, thin neck of the bottle. Ellie meanwhile screamed, “Yeeeees, I'm coming slut.” I glanced at Kristina who had her phone out and was apparently recording the bride's nasty submissive act. As Brittany slowly lowered herself on the bottle, she moaned as her long neglected cunt was finally given attention, albeit to a glass bottle. She kept her eyes closed, obviously humiliated by the task as well as ...