DIRTY DREAMS
“Ride me, bride.”
I ride him. Slow at first – rolling my hips, feeling his cock shift inside me, my clit grinding against his pelvis. The leather couch creaks. The bass pulses through the walls. And in the mirror to my left I watch myself – tiara askew, tits out, white lace shoved beneath my breasts, riding a stranger’s cock in a strip club two days before my wedding.
“Faster,” he says. His hands grip my ass, spreading my cheeks, pulling me down harder onto his cock with each stroke. “Show me how the bride rides.”