‘My son is a lucky bastard,’ was all that he said while we looked at each other, and so I did it again and one more time, swallowing him, humming, sucking him, licking him, until he pulled away from me, leaving me with saliva running through my chin down to my chest. When he was done, I bent over to wash my face that was a mess, trying to avoid getting my hair wet. I felt an orgasm start to build inside of me with each touch of his finger and my moans were getting loud. He approached me then, stopping inches away from me. He took my boobs in his hands, massaging them, circling my nipples with his thumbs until they were two hard nubs. I smiled at him and right after that the wedding ceremony began. He was moving it, delving inside of me, gathering all of our cum into his mouth, licking me up and down, sucking on my clit and then thrusting his tongue inside of me again, getting all out.
