That Bride Slut

Jarushka spotted Christian the second she stepped into the venue—tall, square jaw, the kind of guy who looked good doing nothing. They flirted for three minutes before she leaned in and whispered the question. Come be the centerpiece at her bachelorette party. He said yes before she finished the sentence. Night of the party he strips down to a thin black jock that barely holds his cock, then peels that off too. The girls scream when they see how thick he is, swinging heavy and already half-hard. They circle him, hands everywhere—someone grabs his ass, another strokes his shaft until it’s throbbing and pointing straight up. Jarushka goes first; she drops to her knees, licks the head like it’s candy, then swallows him down until her lips kiss his balls. She comes up gasping, strings of spit dripping off his shiny cock, and hands him off to the next girl. One after another they take turns sucking him deep, choking and drooling, faces wet and smiling. When his balls start to tighten someone strokes him fast while the rest watch; he grunts, hips jerk, and paints their tits with thick ropes of cum, marking every last bride-to-be.