Elena leaned against the marble counter, her eyes sparkling with that razor-sharp wit that had kept Marcus hooked for five years. "So, you've been hiding this little secret, darling? A massive wedding dress and a golden shower right in the lace? Bold choice. Most men just want lingerie."
Marcus swallowed, the dress box trembling in his hands. "It's not just that. I bought it for you. I want to see you in it, feel it soak through while you're..."
"While I'm pissing all over it?" Elena finished, stepping closer, her voice low and teasing. "You think I'm going to blush and run? Please. I've been waiting for you to grow a pair and tell me what makes that cock of yours hard."
She snatched the box, slipping into the voluminous gown with deliberate grace. The fabric rustled as she posed, strong and unyielding. "Look at me. Horny yet? Because this pussy is already wet just imagining your reaction."
Marcus's breath hitched, his cock hardening visibly. Elena smirked, pressing against him. "Don't just stand there panting. Help me feel it." She guided his hands, her ass grinding back as she let go, a warm stream soaking the dress, dripping down her thighs. The scent mingled with their rising heat.
"Fuck, that's it," she moaned, not submissive but commanding. "Now get that hard cock out. I want a blowjob first—on your knees while this dress clings wet and filthy." Marcus obeyed, tongue working as she gripped his hair, her pussy dripping with arousal and urine.
She came with a sharp laugh, pulling him up. "Your turn. Fuck me in this soaked mess—ass, pussy, whatever I decide. Cum all over it." Sweating, they tumbled into the explosive rhythm, the dress a slick canvas for their shared, unashamed desire.
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