Wedding Day Disaster

Peach Lollypop finds Lorenzo Viota alone and wrecked. She opens her dress. Her red hair spills across full breasts that fill his hands. He kisses one nipple, then the other, sucking until she pulls him down between her thighs. Her tongue meets his, wet and quick. She guides his fingers past her pussy and presses two inside her ass. He works them deep while she rocks against his palm, breathing hard. When she climbs onto him, she takes his cock straight into that same tight place, inch by inch, until her cheeks settle against his hips. They move slow at first, then faster. Every thrust makes her tits bounce. She reaches back to spread herself wider, and he slides two fingers in beside his cock, stretching her even more. The room fills with the sound of skin on skin and her low, urgent moans. She comes first, clenching around him. He follows seconds later, buried to the hilt, holding her shaking body as they both catch their breath.