Anal On My Sister's Wedding Day

Kristina shows up early on her sister's wedding day with fresh freedom and a dress that clings everywhere. The house is empty, or so she thinks, until she hears movement down the hall. She finds Markus fumbling with his tie, nerves running hot. One look turns heavy. She steps close, smooths the fabric over his chest, then drops to her knees. Her mouth takes him deep, tongue working slow, saliva running down her chin. When her throat relaxes and he slides all the way in, the nerves in his shoulders finally let go. She stands, turns, and pulls the dress up over the curve of her ass. He grips her hips and sinks into her from behind, steady strokes that open her deeper each time. They shift to the bed. She climbs on top, faces him, rides with that same unhurried pace. Her big cheeks slap against him. His hands spread her wider. She leans in so her mouth is by his ear and tells him not to stop. The rhythm stays tight and filthy until he swells and fills her. Sweat cools on their skin while the clock keeps ticking toward the ceremony.