She meets my eyes with a saucy grin and dutifully licks my fingers clean.
“That’s right,” I say. “Now it’s my turn for a taste.”
I glance over her head and get a wicked idea. In one smooth motion, I pull her dress up and over her head and shove her back—right into the ostentatiously decorated tiered wedding cake.
“Unnggh,” Slutty Bridesmaid gasps, her eyes wide. “The cake!”
“Mm, you want some?”
There she is, spread out before me, ass right on the cake, looking good enough to eat. I reach behind her and scoop up a handful of thick, creamy white icing with one hand, then hook my fingers in her thong and rip it off with one hard yank, the tearing of the thin fabric making me smirk when her eyes go even wider.
In the next instant, I’m smearing the thick cream all over her thighs and pussy. She’ll look even better here soon when my own thick cream is covering her, making her good and sticky.
I pop her tits out of her bra, then grab more icing and spread it over her.
“There. Now you’re good enough to eat.”
Leaning over her body that’s now arching toward me, I lap at her full tits, licking up the icing then feeding it to her with my tongue. I go back for seconds, drawing her hard nipples into my mouth one by one, getting rock fucking hard at the sounds she makes as I flick my tongue across her sensitive peaks.
“More. Owen, please…I need more.”
Begging for it. What a dirty little slut. But I’m happy to oblige.
I drop down to my knees and hook her legs over my shoulder as her moans and pants grow louder and heavier. She bucks her hips up toward my face.
Fuck yes.
I grip her thighs and spread them wide, taking in the view, but just as I’m about to dive in, I hear a noise on the other side of the room.
Standing just inside the door is a girl. Well, I guess she’s a woman, considering that body—but fuck, she looks young. And sexy as hell.
And she’s standing there, eyes wide, blonde curls bouncing as she backs up slowly.
God. She’s fucking gorgeous. Right now, this bridesmaid in front of me—legs spread, clit swollen, and begging for attention—doesn’t do a thing for me. Not with this girl standing here.
Watching.
She’s fucking watching. Looking like she knows she should leave. But for whatever reason just fucking can’t.
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p; Okay, then. I can work with that.
I arch an eyebrow at her, my lips quirking to one side, then I run my tongue up Slutty Bridesmaid’s right thigh. She cries out and quivers under my touch, but I don’t fucking care.
I’m not thinking about her anymore. My eyes are locked on this beautiful blonde in front of me. Just as hers are on me.
I’m in tune with every tiny movement of her body.
How she leans forward slightly. How her eyes widen even more. How her pupils are dilated, her eyes so dark with desire I can’t even tell what color they are.
Pulling back slightly, I drag my tongue up the bridesmaid’s left thigh now.
Yeah, yeah, I know what you’re thinking. I’m so fucking bad, right?
Damn fucking straight I am.
I’m loving every fucking second of this. As my tongue is inches from the pussy that’s spread so invitingly before me, covered in sweet cream, I watch my little voyeur.