You... I... We... F--- 

by bluepervina - © 2001


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Adults Only! Do not read if you are under 18 years of age or
if you are offended by sexually explicit stories and situations.
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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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Copyright 2001 by bluepervina.
bluepervina_AT_earthling.net

  
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