Bride Overload

David's stuck behind the desk of the reception hall when five pissed-off brides burst through the doors at once. Vivianne DeSilva, Lolly Dames, Sandy Love, Texas Patti and Shay Sights all booked the same afternoon thanks to his fucked booking software. They’re screaming over each other until David tries to phone his boss, gets silence, and finally admits he has to choose one ceremony or the night’s ruined. Five gorgeous, steel-spined women eye the clock and then turn that heat on David. Flirting clearly isn’t enough, so skirts hike up, blouses pop open, and they surround him like hungry wolves in white lace. Hands rip at his belt while another pair shoves his face between tits; soft thighs cage his head while hungry mouths fight over his cock. Vivianne strokes him slow and taunting, daring him to pick her while Lolly drops to her knees and swallows him to the root, mascara already smearing. Sandy climbs on the counter, spreads wide, and pulls David’s fingers inside her slick heat. Texas rolls her dress up and bends over, begging for first crack at his tongue, and Shay straddles his face, riding until his chin glistens. The brides take turns jerking, sucking, sitting and sliding over every inch of him, each one bragging about how wet, tight, and willing her pussy is. Pre-cum drips off chins, sweat beads on silk, and every moan is a pitched battle to make him crack first and say her name. By the time his knees shake and his balls draw up tight, David still hasn’t decided which bride is walking the aisle next—but they’re damn sure none of them plan on leaving unsatisfied.