Reunited at the Wedding
Reunited at the Wedding
Jake fucks his ex's hot, cock-hungry MILF at her daughter's wedding.
Jake stood at the edge of the reception hall, tugging at the collar of his rented tux like it was a noose. The place reeked of money—crystal chandeliers dripping light over white roses and gold everything, a string quartet sawing away at some classical shit while waiters floated around with trays of champagne. His ex-girlfriend Sarah was glowing up at the head table, all bridal white and fake smiles, her new husband looking like he’d just won the lottery. Jake hadn’t wanted to come. Hell, he’d almost tossed the invitation in the trash. But something about the heavy cream envelope and that looping feminine handwriting had pulled him in.
He didn’t know then it wasn’t Sarah who’d sent it.
The second he stepped deeper into the crush of guests, his eyes snagged on her. Vanessa. Sarah’s mother. Forty-eight years of pure sin poured into a emerald-green dress that clung to every dangerous curve. Those huge, heavy tits strained against the low neckline, the soft upper swells glistening under the lights like they’d been oiled. Her hips flared wide and lush, the kind of ass that made a man think about gripping hard enough to leave fingerprints. Dark hair pinned up messy-elegant, a few loose strands kissing her neck. Full red lips parted around a glass of champagne. And those eyes—fuck, those hungry green eyes locked onto his across the room and didn’t look away.
Jake’s cock twitched hard in his pants. Instantly. Like the bastard remembered every filthy fantasy he’d ever jerked off to about her back when he was dating Sarah. The way Vanessa used to bend over in tiny yoga shorts to grab something from the fridge. The way she’d hug him goodbye a second too long, tits smothering his chest, whispering “be good to my ...