f*****g the groom the night before he walked down the aisle wasn't on Lila's to-do list, but Marcus was her favorite ex for a reason. His thick eight-inch c**k had ruined her for anyone else, and this was her filthy goodbye.
Marcus had her bent over the chaise lounge, her black cocktail dress shoved up around her waist and her lace thong yanked roughly to the side.
He slammed into her soaked p***y from behind with deep, brutal thrusts, burying every thick inch of his eight-inch c**k inside her tight cunt.
“f**k, Lila… this greedy little cunt is still mine tonight,” Marcus growled, one hand fisting her hair while the other gripped her hip hard enough to bruise.
He pulled back slowly, letting her feel every veined inch drag along her sensitive walls, before slamming back in with a wet
