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"URRRGGHHH!" One final thrust and Duncan blasted his cum deep into the sopping wet pussy of the girl lying underneath him. "FUCK, that was good," he lied.
The truth was she had been passed out from booze most of the time he had been fucking her. She had been one of the girls he had collected from the hen party and was the last one left in the car and had her mouth wrapped around his dick, it was a natural progression to get her upstairs into his bed and fuck her.
This was nothing unusual for Duncan Abbott, son of the owner of the biggest car dealership in town. this fact resulted in Duncan becoming an overprivileged brat. He treated women as his personal playthings and never had any shortage of a certain type of girl to help him spend his money. In fact, it was because of who his father was, or rather what his father owned that he had been asked to pick the girls up and had an invite to the wedding later that day.
He had been fucking the bride-to-be one night a few weeks ago when she asked him if he could get a stretch limo for her wedding, he had obliged with the proviso she lets him fuck her after she's married.
He looked down at the redhead laying in his bed
“Time you got ready you gotta be ready to be a bridesmaid by 11 o’clock and don’t forget the best man always fucks the bridesmaid.”
Duncan dressed in the chauffeur’s uniform as his old man had insisted he drove, not wanting to pay a driver for what was essentially a freebie
Everything went smoothly, ferrying the bridesmaid to the church,, Then the Bride herself,
Katrina looked gorgeous as always and oozed sex, Duncan sighed sadly thinking back to the night he was between her long legs, pumping away and she had screamed as she orgasmed four or was it five times in a row
Now he had time to relax in the church he looked around and noticed a girl sitting all on her own, nobody taking much heed of her, not even other girls around her own age, nineteen maybe. He nudged one of his old flames,
"Who’s that girl ?”
Suzy looked over and said, bitchily “She’s new to the area so Katrina invited her to the wedding, looks as though she’s having a great time.”
Duncan saw that she had a good figure even though her outfit didn’t flatter her in the slightest, he thought she might be an interesting challenge.
As much to himself as anyone else, he muttered, “I’ll just have to make sure you have a good time, won’t I? “
He sauntered over and asked with a smile,
“Hi, I’m Duncan, chauffeur and friend of the bride, whose side are you on?”
"URRRGGHHH!" One final thrust and Duncan blasted his cum deep into the sopping wet pussy of the girl lying underneath him. "FUCK, that was good," he lied.
The truth was she had been passed out from booze most of the time he had been fucking her. She had been one of the girls he had collected from the hen party and was the last one left in the car and had her mouth wrapped around his dick, it was a natural progression to get her upstairs into his bed and fuck her.
This was nothing unusual for Duncan Abbott, son of the owner of the biggest car dealership in town. this fact resulted in Duncan becoming an overprivileged brat. He treated women as his personal playthings and never had any shortage of a certain type of girl to help him spend his money. In fact, it was because of who his father was, or rather what his father owned that he had been asked to pick the girls up and had an invite to the wedding later that day.
He had been fucking the bride-to-be one night a few weeks ago when she asked him if he could get a stretch limo for her wedding, he had obliged with the proviso she lets him fuck her after she's married.
He looked down at the redhead laying in his bed
“Time you got ready you gotta be ready to be a bridesmaid by 11 o’clock and don’t forget the best man always fucks the bridesmaid.”
Duncan dressed in the chauffeur’s uniform as his old man had insisted he drove, not wanting to pay a driver for what was essentially a freebie
Everything went smoothly, ferrying the bridesmaid to the church,, Then the Bride herself,
Katrina looked gorgeous as always and oozed sex, Duncan sighed sadly thinking back to the night he was between her long legs, pumping away and she had screamed as she orgasmed four or was it five times in a row
Now he had time to relax in the church he looked around and noticed a girl sitting all on her own, nobody taking much heed of her, not even other girls around her own age, nineteen maybe. He nudged one of his old flames,
"Who’s that girl ?”
Suzy looked over and said, bitchily “She’s new to the area so Katrina invited her to the wedding, looks as though she’s having a great time.”
Duncan saw that she had a good figure even though her outfit didn’t flatter her in the slightest, he thought she might be an interesting challenge.
As much to himself as anyone else, he muttered, “I’ll just have to make sure you have a good time, won’t I? “
He sauntered over and asked with a smile,
“Hi, I’m Duncan, chauffeur and friend of the bride, whose side are you on?”
