The Blushing Bride's Wedding Surprise.

The opulent ballroom buzzed with a mix of champagne and lust. The bride, a vision in white lace, stood atop the grand staircase, her eyes gleaming with a wicked promise. The groom, a smug smile plastered on his face, watched from below as their guests began to gather. The bride's eyes locked onto a tall, broad-shouldered man in a sleek suit. He climbed the stairs, his gaze never leaving hers. As he reached her, she whispered in his ear, "I want your cock in my mouth while they watch." He smirked, his hand already moving to unzip his pants. She dropped to her knees, her mouth watering at the sight of his thick cock. She took him deep, her lips stretching around him, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him hard. Below, a blonde in a tight red dress watched, her hand slipping under her skirt. She begun rubbing her clit, her eyes fixed on the bride's bobbing head. Nearby, a man in a gray suit noticed, his eyes darkening with desire. He moved behind her, his hand replacing hers, his fingers pushing into her wet pussy. Back on the staircase, the bride pulled off the cock in her mouth, turning to the crowd. "Who's next?" she purred, her lips glistening. A dark-haired man stepped forward, his eyes hungry. He spun her around, bending her over the baluster. He lifted her lace dress, revealing her bare, glistening pussy. He thrust into her hard, his hips slapping against her ass. She moaned, her head falling back, her mouth open in a silent scream. Beside them a bulky man stepped up, offering the bride his throbbing cock. Meanwhile, the groom watched, his hand stroking his own cock, a satisfied smirk on his face. This was his wedding, and he was enjoying every fucking minute of it.

The bride’s pleasured moans filled the air as the dark-haired man pounded her from behind. His pace was brutal, his grip on her hips tight and relentless. Her ass bounced with each thrust, the lace of her dress rustling with the intensity of his movements. Next to them, the bulky man stepped closer, his thick cock now level with the bride's mouth. She reached out, her hand wrapping around his shaft, guiding him in. He groaned as her lips closed around him, her tongue swirling and teasing. The sensation of two cocks filling her simultaneously sent shivers down her spine. Behind the dark-haired man, another guest moved in, his eyes locked onto the bride's exposed and glistening ass. He lubed up his cock, his fingers teasing her tight hole. She let out a muffled moan around the bulky man's cock, her body arching slightly, inviting him in. He pushed into her ass slowly, his eyes never leaving the sight of his cock disappearing into her. The bride let out a guttural moan, the sensation of being filled in all three holes overwhelming. The dark-haired man's thrusts grew more urgent, his hips slapping against her ass in a frenzied rhythm. The bride's body began to tremble, her muscles tensing as the pleasure built. She could feel the orgasm approaching, a wave of intense heat washing over her. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, her body convulsing as the orgasm hit. Her pussy clenched around the dark-haired man’s cock, her ass tightening around the other man's, and her mouth sucking harder on the bulky man's shaft. She could feel the wet gush of her squirt orgasam dripping down her thighs, her body shaking with the force of her release. The men groaned, their own pleasure heightened by her orgasm, their hips thrusting harder, faster, as they chased their own release.

The bride's orgasm subsided, but her appetite for more remained insatiable. She pulled away from the bulky man, her lips swollen and glistening, and turned to the crowd. "More," she demanded, her voice hoarse with lust. "I want more of you." The guests, now a writhing mass of desire, responded eagerly. A muscular man with tattoos snaking up his arms stepped forward, his cock already hard and ready. He positioned himself behind the dark-haired man, who obligingly pulled out of the bride's pussy, allowing the tattooed man to take his place. He thrust into her, his hips moving in a steady, relentless rhythm. Meanwhile, the bride reached out, her hand finding the cock of a nearby guest. She stroked him, her fingers slick with her own juices, as she turned to another man, taking his cock into her mouth. The bulky man, not wanting to be left out, moved behind the dark-haired man, who was now kneeling, his ass in the air. The bulky man spat on his fingers, rubbing them against the dark-haired man's tight hole before pushing in, making him groan deeply. The bride's moans filled the air, a symphony of pleasure that spurred the guests on. Her body was a playground of lust, her pussy, ass, and mouth all being used simultaneously. She could feel the wetness of her own arousal dripping down her thighs, mixing with the sweat of the men around her. The blonde in the red dress, her own desire heightened by the spectacle, moved closer. She knelt beside the bride, her hand reaching out to touch the bride's breast, her fingers teasing the hard nipple. The bride moaned, her body arching into the touch, her mouth never leaving the cock in front of her. The man in the gray suit, his fingers still wet from the blonde's pussy, moved behind her. He pushed into her, his hips slapping against her ass, his eyes locked onto the sight of her hand teasing the bride. The room was a tangle of limbs, a mesh of moans and grunts, a haze of lust and desire. The bride, the center of it all, reveled in the chaos, her body a temple of pleasure, open and willing for all who sought to worship at her altar. Suddenly, the groom, standing at the side, moved forward. His eyes, dark with lust, locked onto the bride's. He gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him. "You're mine," he growled, his thumb rubbing against her lip. "Say it." The bride, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body still being pounded from all sides, looked up at him. "I'm yours," she panted, her eyes gleaming with a mix of defiance and submission. The groom smirked, his hand moving to his cock. He stroked himself, his eyes never leaving the bride's. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Now watch me come." The bride's eyes widened as she watched the groom's cock twitch in his hand, his body tensing as he came, his hot seed spilling onto the floor. The sight of it, the raw, carnal display of his desire, sent a fresh wave of heat through her body, her own orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her body convulsed, her pussy clenching around the tattooed man's cock, her ass tightening around the dark-haired man's, her mouth sucking harder on the nearby guest's shaft. Her moans filled the air, a primal scream of pleasure that echoed through the ballroom, a testament to the power of her lust, the depth of her desire.

Гости продолжают ебать невесту двумя членами одновременно в пизде и анусе, и третьим членом в рот (опиши подробно, детально и красочно сцену ебли невесты. Опиши чувства и эмоции невесты , звуки и запахи). Гости подходят к жениху и начинают его грубо ебать в рот.

The bride’s breaths came in ragged gasps, her body a quivering mess of pleasure and pain as three men claimed her simultaneously. The tattooed man, his muscles glistening with sweat, pounded into her pussy with fierce intensity, his hips slapping against her ass. His cock filled her completely, stretching her wide, each thrust eliciting a desperate moan from deep within her chest. Simultaneously, the dark-haired man drove into her ass, his movements synchronized with the tattooed man's, creating a rhythm that pushed her to the edge of sanity. She could feel every inch of his cock, the way it slid in and out, the way it rubbed against her inner walls, sending jolts of electric pleasure coursing through her body. Her ass burned with a delicious ache, the sensation of being filled so completely overwhelming her senses. In front of her, a tall man with a thick beard gripped her hair, guiding his cock into her mouth. She took him eagerly, her lips stretching wide around his girth, her tongue swirling and teasing. The taste of his pre-cum mixed with the saltiness of her own sweat, a heady aroma that filled her nostrils. The wet sounds of suction, the slapping of flesh against flesh, and the grunts of the men filled the air, a symphony of raw, carnal lust. The bride’s body was a playground of sensation, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. Her pussy clenched around the tattooed man's cock, her ass tightened around the dark-haired man's, and her mouth sucked greedily on the bearded man's shaft. The room spun around her, a haze of sweat, musk, and the tangy scent of sex. Her own juices dripped down her thighs, mixing with the cum and lube that coated her skin, creating a sticky, messy tableau of debauchery. As the men pounded into her, the bride’s moans grew louder, more primal. She could feel another orgasm building, a wave of intense heat washing over her. Her body trembled, her muscles tensing as the pleasure coiled tightly in her belly, ready to explode. Meanwhile, the groom watched, his eyes locked onto the scene of his bride being thoroughly claimed. His cock, hard and throbbing, twitched in his hand as he stroked himself, his breath coming in harsh pants. Around him, guests began to approach, their lust fueled by the spectacle. A man with a cruel smirk on his lips stepped forward, his cock already hard and ready. He grabbed the groom by the chin, forcing him to look up. "Open your mouth, groom," he commanded, his voice thick with lust. The groom hesitated for a moment, his eyes flashing with a mix of defiance and submission. But the sight of his bride, her body writhing in pleasure, her moans filling the air, broke his resolve. He opened his mouth, his tongue flicking out to lick his lips in anticipation. The man smirked, gripping the groom's hair tightly as he pushed his cock into his mouth. The groom groaned, the sound muffled by the thick shaft filling his throat. Behind him, another man moved in, his hands roaming over the groom's body, his fingers teasing and probing. The groom’s body tensed as he was taken from both ends, his moans turning into desperate gasps. The sight of his bride, her body a temple of lust, fueled his own desire, pushing him to the brink of madness. The room was a tangle of limbs, a mesh of moans and grunts, a haze of lust and desire, and in the center of it all, the bride and groom reveled in the chaos, their bodies and souls intertwined in a dance of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

Невесту и жениха ставят на колени, их обступают каждый гость начинает кончать на лицо волосы и грудь жениха и невесты опиши подробно, детально и красочно процесс Bukake. Опиши чувства и эмоции жениха и невесты, звуки запахи)

The room pulsated with a primal energy as the guests, their lust amplified by the spectacle before them, began to close in. The groom and the bride, both kneeling on the polished floor, their heads held back by the hands of the guests, were the focal point of this carnal tableau. The air was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and the musky aroma of male arousal. Moans and grunts echoed through the ballroom, each sound a testament to the raw, unbridled desire that filled the space. The bride's eyes were glazed over, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Her body, still trembling from the multiple orgasms, was poised on the edge of another wave of pleasure. The groom, his face flushed with a mixture of humiliation and excitement, stared ahead, his chest heaving. His cock, hard and throbbing, pulsed with each beat of his heart, a physical manifestation of his conflicting emotions. The guests, their cocks in hand, began to stroke themselves in unison, their eyes locked onto the kneeling couple. The first explosion of heat came from a tall man with a scar running down his cheek. He groaned deeply, his body tensing as his cock spurted thick ropes of cum onto the bride's face. The warm, sticky fluid splattered across her cheeks, her nose, and her lips, mixing with her sweat and the remnants of her own arousal. She blinked, her eyes watering slightly, but she made no move to wipe it away, her breath hitching as the next guest stepped forward. A man with a thick beard and a muscular build was next, his cock twitching as he came. His release was fiercer, the cum spraying across the bride's forehead and into her hair, dripping down her temples and mixing with the sweat that coated her skin. The groom, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and arousal, felt the hot liquid spatter onto his chest, the sensation both repulsive and exhilarating. His own cock throbbed, pre-cum beading at the tip, a silent testament to his body's response to the debauchery unfolding around him. The sounds of grunting and moaning filled the air, each man's release accompanied by a deep, guttural groan. The cum rained down on the couple, coating their skin, their hair, and their clothes. The bride's moans grew louder, her body shuddering with each new splash of heat against her skin. The groom, his breath coming in harsh pants, felt his own orgasm building, the pressure in his balls intense and almost painful. The room was a symphony of carnal desires, the air thick with the scent of sex and the sounds of pleasure. The bride and groom, their bodies slick with cum and sweat, were the center of this storm, their senses overwhelmed by the raw, unfiltered lust of the guests. The bride's eyes rolled back, her body convulsing as another orgasm ripped through her, her screams of pleasure mingling with the grunts and moans of the men around her. The groom, his body tensing, felt his own release barreling towards him, the sight of his bride in ecstasy pushing him over the edge. His cock pulsed, his cum shooting out in thick ropes, mixing with the mess that already coated his chest. The room spun around him, a haze of lust and desire, as he succumbed to the overwhelming sensations, his body and mind consumed by the sheer intensity of the moment.