“You shouldn’t be in here,” he said.“Neither should you.”He crossed the room in three steps. His hands landed on my waist and turned me, lifting me onto the table. The dress bunched. He pushed it up until the lace of my panties showed. His palm pressed between my legs, over the fabric, and I was soaked through.“Still aching?” he asked.“Yes.”“Good.”He dragged the panties to the side and slid two fingers into me without warning. I gasped. He covered my mouth with his other hand.“Quiet. They’re right outside.”He fucked me with his fingers, slow and deep, thumb on my clit. My hips rocked. The table creaked. He watched my face the whole time.“You said the vows,” he murmured. “You looked at me when you did it. My son was holding your hands and you were thinking about this.”I nodded against his palm. He pulled his fingers out, wiped them on the inside of my thigh, and undid his belt. The sound of the zipper was loud in the dark room. He freed his cock. Thick. Hard. Already wet at t
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