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TWO DAYS BEFORE YOUR WEDDING DAY, YOUR BOSS ASKED YOUR FIANCÉE TO DON HER WEDDING GOWN FOR HIM. NOT MUCH LATER SHE WAS RIDING HIS COCK UNTIL SHE CAME TWICE AND HE SPURTED HIS SEED IN HER FERTILE WOMB.

I'M VERY PROUD OF YOU, BOO. I HAVE LEVELED UP TOO!

ASK YOUR BOSS TO FUCK ME.

Sweetie, women do not have sex in the same way with every man they have sex with. I like to let you play with your three‑and-a-half penis under my supervision; it’s my way of having sex with you. With my boss, I love to spread my thighs for his big cock; and I beg him to pound my pussy until he gives me multiple orgasms; it is just a different—the proper one for real men—way of having sex.

Her boss will be there in about 20 minutes; your bride wants him to fuck her and suck his cock before the wedding … though she hasn’t decided yet if wearing the wedding gown or just the bridal lingerie.

When you are away on a business trip, and your wife has a date, she always sends you a picture of what she is going to wear for him. Most times, her clothes say “Fuck me!”

Twenty hours ago, in the afternoon, your wife phoned you to tell you with whom she was, at what hotel, and the number of the room, 2120. She has just phoned you to pick her up; she has asked you if you want to say hello to him or if you want her to wait for you in the lobby. You don’t know much about those 20 hours, but you know that she is going to take home several loads of another man’s cum inside her—that she has spent the night in room 2120 to be fucked, and fucked, and fucked again, losing count of the number of orgasms.

Missed you