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Before You Marry My Mom...

Thea Summers squirms in the hotel room, heart racing like a rabbit on espresso. Mom’s marrying Peter Fitzwell tonight and Thea’s carrying a secret that tastes like trouble. She kissed him. Now her brain won’t shut up about it, and her pussy’s practically tap-dancing. Time for a confrontation before vows get said. She blurts it out: she can’t quit thinking about him, and her pussy won’t stop dripping. Peter plays the decent guy, tries to backpedal, but the second Thea flips her dress and shows him that perfect, smooth little slit he’s toast. He dives in tongue-first from behind, licking like he’s chasing gold. Thea frees his cock, eyes popping at the size, and starts slurping and stroking like she’s been waiting all week. She climbs on, wedges that thick shaft into her tight shaved hole, and rides until the bed creaks. Peter pounds her through one orgasm after another, stretching her wide, then groans and dumps a massive load inside when she whispers she’s not on birth control. Panic, meet reality.