The pleasure was overwhelming. My virgin cunt fluttered and leaked more slick onto his tongue. He groaned deeply, the vibration sending sparks straight to my core.

“You taste like heaven and sin,” he rasped, pulling back just enough to speak. “Sweet. Creamy. So fucking wet for me already.”

He dove back in, this time pushing his tongue inside my tight hole, fucking me with it in slow, deep strokes. His nose pressed against my clit, rubbing perfectly with every movement.

I was moaning loudly now, hips grinding shamelessly against his face. The wedding dress rustled around me, the veil still framing my flushed face as the Don of the Rossi...