I walked slowly down the aisle of the old stone church, my white wedding gown swishing around my legs with every careful step. I could feel the sticky wetness already starting to seep through the fabric of my dress, creating a small damp patch that only I knew about. My face was flushed, my lips slightly swollen, and my makeup had been hastily fixed but still looked a little smeared. My hair was pinned back up as best as possible, but loose strands framed my face from all the rough handling earlier.
David stood at the altar looking handsome in his tuxedo, smiling at me with pure love in his eyes. He had no idea that his future wife was walking toward him with her cunt completely filled and destroyed by his own groomsmen. The thought made my p***y clench around the creamy mess, pushing ou
