STORY 4 – F*CKING MY FIANCE’S GROOMSMEN (III)

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I sink down onto Daniel’s c**k for the first time. It’s... underwhelming. After Ryan and Tyler and Marcus and the others, Daniel feels small. Average at best. The c**k I saved myself for, the c**k I was supposed to lose my virginity to on my wedding night – it’s nothing compared to what I’ve had tonight. I start to move anyway. “How does it feel?” Ryan asks. “Finally getting what you waited for?” “Disappointing,” I admit, rolling my hips. “Like everything else about him.” The room laughs. Daniel stirs. His eyes flutter open, bleary and confused, and for a moment he just stares at me – his bride, naked, riding his c**k, surrounded by his friends. “Elise?” His voice is slurred. “Wha... what’s happening?” “Shh.” I put a finger to his lips. “Just a dream, baby. Go back to sleep.” His

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