As with your turn, we started with me on my tummy and you rubbed the sunscreen into my legs. My bathing suit wasn’t nearly as cooperative as yours ...had been so you had to content yourself with reaching up my leg holes to play with my ass cheeks before moving up to rub sun screen into my back. When it was time do my front, you skipped all pretenses and went straight for my cock. Unsurprisingly it was rock hard, despite having just blown a load for you not two hours previously. Sitting on my. Why was she so immaculate? Why was she so clean? There was not a spot on her, not a single fleck of semen, not a hair out of place -- at least, as far as I could tell, since her head was hidden under a shroud. A fucking shroud?? What was this, the sixteenth century? Who wears a shroud to a wedding? And why was no-one getting up to use her? Why was she allowed to walk towards the altar completely unspoiled? It wasn't respect for the sanctity of marriage -- there was fucking going on in the. "OH OHH OWOH!" NOW I was crying out in pain for real! And tirelessly Missy's hand cracked across my panties as hard as it ever had! Oh and my panties—the earlier threat of being stripped of them was a constant in my mind—now. I think they were kept on to make me feel more like a bad girl and made me more compliant where if they'd been pulled down I would be more unpredictable and more likely to act out-and that is true. At this point I was in tears, embarrassed, thinking it wouldn't end; it had. We did thisfor several minutes until he changed position, rollingme off on my back and spreading my legs. Todd rubbedhis cock up and down my open pussy and then slid it in.I felt wonderful, filled with black cock. He fucked me hard, holding my white ass cheeks andgrinding into me. I couldn’t get enough. I wrapped mylegs around him and my hands dug at his black ass. Icame hard, my whole body quivering with excitement andrelease. This was what I had been missing all mymarried life. I felt.