You… I… We… F---

by bluepervina - © 2001

An hour before the wedding, after hiding deep in the recesses of the old church, the bride and groom recover from a petty and heated exchange in time to have one last secret fuck before their vows, with the added good fortune of spying in secret the minister with his cock out, getting a blowjob from the chubby Mexican maid

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You… I… We… F---

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You slide down your panties
I trip out of my pants
We meet at the midsection
Finished from rants

You go for my nipples
I yank your hair in one hand
We bounce and we wobble
Fucking right where we stand

You first hear the minister
I next hear the maid
We hump on in silence
Fearing surely we're made

You see through the crack
I hold the door so you can
We have hardly slowed down
Flying fast as we can

You then watch him unzip
I, too, see him defrock
We fuck harder than ever
Fully thrilled at his cock

You gape at the mouth
I lust hot for a taste
We thrash on toward heaven
Frig while the maid's at his waist

You soon will "I do", a croon sweet to me
I, too, in my turn will "I do" doth decree
We shall head for our honeymoon, weak in the knees
First finding the minister to ask if he's free.

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