Blanche's Mouthful of First Night Betrayal
Blanche Bradburry, a vision in her white wedding dress, finds herself alone on her first wedding night, her new husband nowhere to be found. Her eyes fall on the bulge in her lover's pants, a constant reminder of their secret trysts. She can't resist the urge to touch him, to feel his cock grow hard in her hand. She strokes him through his pants, her touch gentle yet firm. He grows harder, his breath hitching in his throat. She unzips his pants, his cock springing free, hard and ready. She takes him in her hand, her fingers barely able to wrap around his thickness. She looks up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of dominance and submission. She wants to humiliate him, to make him beg for her touch. She wants to dominate him, to make him her plaything. And he's more than willing to comply.