The wedding planner

The wedding planner showed up right on time, voice still smooth from the phone call. My fiancée and I wanted an intimate ceremony, great Italian food, someone who understood what we meant. He understood. He understood me the second he stepped inside. By the time dessert was discussed, his cock was in my mouth, thick and heavy on my tongue. I took him deeper, black hair falling forward, tits swaying each time my lips slid down his length. He pulled me up, bent me over the table, and fucked me hard, the kind that makes a woman forget her own name. When he finished, I was still trembling, thinking about vows while his cum slid down my thigh.