White Stained Wedding

Christian Wilde sketches a wedding dress at his desk when Rebel Rhyder walks in hunting for something for her own big day. She grabs the first one that catches her eye, tells him she'll take it as-is, and he leads her back to the dressing room for measurements. While she slips out of her clothes he starts planting doubts, hinting that one man might never be enough. His hands find her tits. She doesn't push them away. He squeezes harder, then wraps his fingers around her throat and feels her pulse jump. When she starts to object he shoves four fingers between her lips, lets her suck them like they're the only thing keeping her quiet. On her knees now, she mouths the thick bulge behind his zipper. He frees his cock and drives it straight down her throat, hips snapping until spit strings from her chin. She tries to pull back. He throws her over the couch instead and sinks into her dripping pussy from behind. Later she's bound in a chair, legs yanked over her head, every hole exposed. He fucks her cunt, then her ass, clamps her nipples and uses them like reins to yank her tits while he pounds deeper. Slaps land across her thighs, his cock swapping between holes as he tells her what she's giving up. Finally he's stretched on the ottoman, arms bound behind her, cock back in her throat. He flips her onto her back, drives into her pussy hard, then her ass, switching until he pulls out and paints her stomach and tits white.