A trophy. It would be an understatement to say I was anxious about the wedding dress. He nearly does. But that’s all. I feel her hands urging my thighs apart. “Are you ready, princess?” Alena asks the question as she kneels in front of me. Instead of the stifling sexual tension that defined our previous elevator ride, he now instilled nothing but fear and intimidation in me. But Alena decides it’s not enough. Her licking is slow and loving, and she rarely breaks eye contact with him. “Oh, fucking hell,” she groans, as she hands them to me. The slimy squelching and smacking sound that fills the air is deliciously sinful. About everything great and everything awful that happened. He walks up behind Alena and grips her firmly about the hips. Everything. Gingerly and carefully, I close my mouth. My body is rocked with tremors of bliss that seem like they’ll never stop. Now, we’re on the plane back home. After a few quick plunges, the tidal wave hits me too. Others deserved to see how beautiful I could be. After a few long moments, she’s recovered enough to speak. He walks up behind Alena and grips her firmly about the hips. He grits his teeth and lets out a low, gasping hiss as he unloads.
