Triple Taught

She’s sucking my cock like she’ll never get a cock afterwards—because she never
fucking will.
“Oh God, Elijah, your cock is so fucking big,” Wanda moans. “Bethany would be so
mad.”
And there you have it, folks.
Wanda is getting married, but not to a fucking dude.
If she goes through with it, this is literally the last cock she’s ever going to have in her
mouth.
Ever.
So why not go out having the fucking best?
You know you would.
All happily comfortable in your little blanket as you read this? Or maybe out in public
because you’re a bad girl and you like getting wet with people around you? Oh yeah, baby, I
know your type. But if you were told tonight was going to be your last blowjob ever, you would
fucking find me. And drop to your knees. Your fingers would rub your pussy as you open your
mouth and take me in.
I fucking guarantee it.
You sure as fuck wouldn’t want a chance to go through life missing my 12 inches of
pussy pleasing lust muscle.
And apparently, neither does Wanda.
I put my hands on her head and start to guide her as I close my eyes.
It’s my good friend Chuck who invited me to this fucking joke of a wedding retreat of
Wanda and Bethany’s, and I came here only because Chuck wanted to hit on one of the
bridesmaids from the brides’ side. I was already confused as fuck which side that could be, so I
didn’t even bother to ask questions, but from the moment I saw Wanda staring at me across the
room licking her full lips, I knew what was going to go down.
Now, we’re at the rehearsal dinner.
Yeah, it’s risky.
But nothing adds more to the fun than this.
I even made sure we do it here in the kitchen – while the organic vegan rehearsal dinner
is happening in the dining room of the fucking restaurant.