As Okon pulled out of the screaming, convulsing bride he nearly collapsed into the chair behind him. Musa came around the bed and flipped the bride onto her back.
He climbed on top of her as she pulled her legs back at the knees so she could feel his dick as deep as possible. “Please fill me!” Ada pleaded, looking into Musa’s eyes.
Musa jammed his dick easily into Kate’s stretched, soaked pussy. He could feel his cockhead hitting the entrance to her uterus. He was practically forcing it in.
“Fuck me, Fuck me, fuck me!” she pleaded, as Musa eagerly obliged. Ada grabbed Musa’s ass and pulled him towards her, his dick ramming her insides.
She felt his head enlarge as it prepared to release. She met Toms lips as their tongues danced in each other’s mouth just as her pussy began overflowing with Musa’s cum and her own juice.
They held the embrace until both had finished cumming. Musa finally climbing off when he felt her body relax.
Ada lay on the bed, her dress bunched around her waist, her pussy wet with her juices and cum, her ass tingling, mascara stains on her face, her hair and body drenched with sweat, and tried to catch her breath. The two men slowly got dressed, then lit a cigarette.
“Some party?” Musa said, “didn’t you have somewhere to be?” He asked, handing her a towel. Ada nodded through her mental haze. She wobbled to her feet, rejected the towel, picked up her shoes and headed to the door “Don’t forget your purse.” Musa said, handing it to her She grabbed the purse, tried rather unsuccessfully to straighten her dress and hair, then headed out into the hall and to her hotel room.
After the bride stumbled out, Musa looked to Okon and, at an unusual loss for words, the two men just stared at each other in disbelief. Musa looked down at the newlywed bride’s underwear in his hand and smiled.
Okon looked at the cell phone which he had used to take a number of souvenir photos and a video of the encounter for himself. Musa put out his cigarette in the ashtray, examining the receipt that had fallen out of the bride’s purse. He had a feeling that perhaps they would be meeting their new friend again.
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