Before You Marry My Mom...

Thea Summers sits on the hotel bed, stomach in knots. Her mom and Peter Fitzwell walk down the aisle tonight, but Thea kissed Peter a week ago and hasn't slept since. She calls him into the room and blurts it out. "I can't stop thinking about you. My pussy keeps dripping." Peter backs up, palms raised. Then Thea pulls her dress up to her waist and shows him everything. Clean-shaven, pink, glistening. He stares, groans, then drops to his knees and buries his tongue in her from behind, licking long and greedy. Thea whimpers and spins around to free his cock. It springs out heavy and thick. She wraps her lips around it, sucks loud and wet, strokes the shaft with both hands. Peter hauls her onto the bed, lines up, and pushes in. She's tight; he stretches her open inch by inch. Thea rides him hard, grinding and bouncing, small natural tits jiggling under the dress. He flips her onto her back, drills deeper, slams her through one orgasm, then another. When Thea pants that she's not on anything, Peter grunts and pumps a thick load straight into her bare pussy. They freeze. Cum leaks out around his shaft. Her eyes go wide. His do too. Wedding starts in two hours.