Determined to stop this before it escalated further, Riyi took him by the arm and said, "Come with me." With each step on the hardwood floor, her white high heels echoed in the small room.
Riyi placed her hand on the knob and said, "Here's the plan. You're gonna go across the hall to the other room. Remember Lou? Well, she's in there having a heated argument with her boyfriend. You're gonna flirt with her, and trust me, She'll be all over you in no time, and you won't know what hit you."
Lance was taken aback by her suggestion but nodded slowly. "Out," Riyi commanded. Lance sighed, shrugged, and walked out the door. She closed it behind him, took a deep breath, and slowly made her way back to the mirror. Her heart was pounding, but she knew she had made the right decision.
She understood Lance's patterns - once his dick gets sucked, he'd lose interest in her, allowing her to focus on the wedding. And she knew Lou well too - she had a reputation, and if given the chance, she'd be all over Lance in a heartbeat. Riyi smirked to herself as she thought about the plan unfolding perfectly.
Riyi stared at her reflection in the mirror, feeling a wave of regret wash over her. She muttered, "You're an idiot." She had allowed Lance to touch her bare ass on her wedding day, and now she was paying the price.
Her thoughts were a jumbled mess. On one hand, there was Desmón, her soon-to-be husband, who was trustworthy and provided well for her. On the other hand, there was Lance, who could deliver quite a pounding in bed.
She recalled one of their recent outings together. They had been at a party, and Lance had fucked her on the bed where everyone's coats had been stored.
Despite being interrupted multiple times by guests walking into the room to retrieve their coats, Lance had never once stopped fucking her.
Despite the excitement and thrill of Lance's advances, Riyi couldn't shake the feeling of guilt and disloyalty to Desmón. She knew she had to focus on her upcoming marriage and not let her desires for Lance cloud her judgment.
Riyi closed her eyes and caressed her slender waist, letting her hands glide up to her big breast. Memories flooded back from a year ago when she indulged in Lance's dick every night.
She recalled the sound of his voice and how it excited her. She was sure she was so wet. "I desire you deeply," she murmured under her breath, unable to contain her longing. She felt her nipples tensing hard against her lacy bra.
As she glanced at the clock and then back at the mirror, she closed her eyes, savoring the delightful feeling of the delicate glove against her tender skin. She found her hard nipple and pulled gently on it.
She realized that Lou's voice had fallen silent, and she couldn't help but think that Lance had cast his enchanting spell. How she wished it was her on her knees right now, in front of Lance's big dick.
Despite her impure thoughts and desires, Riyi knew she had to stay strong and focus on her upcoming marriage. The memory of Lance's touch and voice would have to beenough for now.
But with a subtle motion, Riyi delicately unzipped her dress, revealing a few inches of her back. Slowly, she eased the front of the dress downwards, trying to work with the stiff fabric as best she could. She carefully reached the front top and slipped her left breast from its lacy home and did the same with her right breast.
The dress's stiff collar created a shelf, lifting and squeezing her ample bosom in an unnatural manner. She glanced at her reflection one more time, noticing how the sunlight illuminated her bare breast, giving it a radiant glow. The contrast between her dark, rigid nipples and her pale complexion was striking.
"Do you like my big tits, Lance?" she asked her reflection gently, shaking her chest from side to side. "Should I walk down the aisle like this? Would you be into it?" She dropped her hand to her crotch and pushed. God, how she wished Lance was licking her wet pussy at that moment. Riyi's thoughts were filled with desire and longing for Lance. She couldn't help but fantasize about being with him again.
"Would you like to watch my big tits bounce with every step I take?" she asked the mirror. She reached up and clutched both breasts in her hands. She spread her fingers so she could see her hard nipples. "Maybe you'd like to fuck me one more time before I get married?" she whispered, loving how the word 'fuck' sounded. She repeated herself slowly, leaving emphasis on the word 'fuck'. "Maybe you'd like to FUCK me one more time before I get married?" she said to the mirror.
Out of nowhere, a voice startled her from behind. "She wasn't there," it whispered. Riyi yelped in surprise and instinctively spun around, losing her balance in the process. She tumbled backward, desperately reaching out for the desk to break her fall. Lance bolted across the room, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat. "Oh my God, Riyi!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with urgency. He rushed to her side, helping her get back on her feet. "Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?"
Riyi plopped down on her rear end right next to the desk, landing with a thud. One breast had slipped back into her dress, the other still heaving over the top of her collar. She couldn't help but burst into laughter."Haha, yeah!" she giggled, still amused. "Stupid high-heels!" She quickly fixed her dress and adjusted her veil, not bothering to hide her bare breast.
"I'm good," she replied, turning back to the mirror.Lance moved aside, allowing her to see her reflection. She reached into her dress to pull out her other breast. Silence fell upon the room. Lance's gaze was fixated on her uncovered breasts.
"That's not quite it," he remarked. He reached behind her, sliding her zipper down a few more inches. She felt her dress loosen at the front, and he carefully smoothed it against her body. With a gentle touch, he readjusted her big tits, allowing them to hang more naturally.
"Looking good?" Lance asked, stepping back. Riyi glanced at her reflection in the mirror and grabbed her flower bouquet, holding it in front of her.
"Looking hot," she replied with a smirk. Her gaze shifted towards Lance. He had loosened his pants and pulled his cock out. "Hmm hmm," Riyi said, staring at his mid-region.
Lance gestured towards the wobbly chair with a wave of his hand. Without uttering a single word, Riyi obediently turned and settled into the seat. Positioned by the window, she had a clear view of the majority of guests gathered on the back lawn.
The musicians had taken their places and were beginning to serenade the crowd.Shifting her attention back to Lance, who had now positioned himself in front of her, Riyi raised her gloved hand and gently cradled his dick, lifting them towards her face. The bright light streaming through the window illuminated every intricate detail of his long, fleshy cock and balls.She couldn't help but let out a soft sigh as she rolled his balls in the palm of her hand.
"This... I'm gonna miss," she murmured, gazing up at Lance. As another moment slipped by in silence, Riyi raised her other hand and started to tenderly caress Lance's cock."How does it feel with my gloves on?" she whispered softly.
"Feels different, but nice," Lance replied with a gentle smile. Riyi kept on softly caressing his dick with a gentle touch. She watched a drop of pre-cum at the tip of his shaft.
"Are you wet?" Lance asked. "Absolutely," Riyi responded without a moment's hesitation.
Another moment passed. Riyi started to stroke Lance's cock a little faster. She tried to imagine how many times she had jerked him off in the past. A hundred? How many times had she swallowed his cum?
"Riyi," Lance uttered, catching her attention. She glanced up at him."Suck that dick," he whispered gently. Her heart skipped a beat. "I can't, I just can't betray my husband on our wedding day," Riyi replied firmly.
Lance softly caressed her face and whispered her name, "Riyi," Lance said once more. "Put that cock in your mouth and suck on it." His words gave her goosebumps."I really want to, believe me, but I just can't," Riyi confessed to him.
She released his dick, allowing it to slip from her grasp, and then she nestled her tits. Gently pulling on her nipples, she savored the delightful moments of playfulness while Lance watched.
"Sweetheart," he whispered tenderly, his words melting her heart in that moment, "Suck that big cock."Riyi glanced up at him, feeling a tear welling up in the corner of her eye. He moved closer, taking a half step towards her.
Taking his cock by the base Lance lifted it and tapped it against the side of my face. Then he started on her forehead and slowly traced the wide head of his cock down her nose, and pressed it gently on her lips.