The kitchen’s swing door boomed open, expelling a blur of black and white. A bowtie was tossed upon the tile floor, a blazer soon following it, and the beautiful white dress’ long, elegant train dragged through the filth. The pop of parting lips preceded her harsh, ragged gasp for air, a second before she was jammed backwards into a clattering rack of pans and dishes. “God, Jason…!” she moaned. “Shh, someone will hear, fuck! We’ve been married for half an hour and you’re already all over me!” “I can’t help it. You in that dress…” he trapped her against the racking and growled, his breath on her face. “I’ve wanted you on your knees since the ceremony. I need to see you licking my cum from your lips.” She Acıbadem Escort hissed as his large hands seized her; the whimper that followed betraying her arousal. His kisses resumed before working impatiently down her chest. Sharp, nervous moans accompanied her unnecessarily rough exposure as he yanked her neckline down over her breasts. “Jason!” she hissed. “Don’t you fucking dare rip this dre-ehhhh!” She cut short as Jason bit down on a firm, distended nipple. “God, I love your tits,” he snarled into her cleavage. Lifting his eyes to hers and touching their heads together, he whispered. “Should I tear this thing off and christen your married cunt right now?” The Acıbadem Escort Bayan way she gnawed her bottom lip, eyes squeezed shut, and the sigh she exhaled suggested she’d like that very much. “You can’t… The party, we can’t be long…” “Then hurry up,” he growled. Pushed forcefully to her knees on the cold tile floor, the dress billowed out around her. “God, I’m such a slut,” she mewled, instinctively reaching for his belt and fly. Hauling his pressed, clean trousers to his ankles, her fingers expertly encircled his growing cock. Lining it up to her soft full lips, she allowed herself one languid lick along the length before devouring the tip. “Yes, baby, Escort Acıbadem you’re my little slut.” The hand stroking her hair autonomously pushed her deeper. As he slipped into her throat, she lurched bodily backwards, gagging and slapping his thigh. “Asshole!” she spat. “Don’t even think about ruining my make up! I’m already losing my lipstick on your fucking fat cock!” She slapped his hands out of her hair. “And don’t ruin my hair-do! It took fucking hours and everyone will notice!” He glanced down, smirking at the tide-mark of red lipstick three quarters of the way down his manhood. “You love it, you slut. Now suck my fucking cock, I’ve been dying for it all day!” Again he pushed her down, though not quite so far, and this time she relented. One barely audible whimper of pleasure reverberated through his pulsing member. He chuckled. “I knew it,” he teased. Both hands enclosed her neck, repeatedly forcing her lips to the root and back again. She surfaced with another choking splutter, blinking back tears.