AlyDen Smut

Princess In Disguise (2)

For the reception, the crowd headed back to the bride's home in the suburbs, where a large tent was set up in his spacious backyard. Outside, the caterers finished setting up just as they arrived. 

Alyssa opened the door for Dennise and led her through the gates where the music and the food were waiting for the newlyweds. They grabbed two seats far from prying eyes as wine glasses were laid out for the guests.

The entire time they were in the car, Dennise had been teasing Alyssa nonstop. Thanks to her tight slacks, Alyssa was uncomfortable the entire drive back to the bride's house. Swallowing hard, Aly threw back a glass of wine and let out a soft breath.

"You need to stop." She said in a strangled tone, her fingers digging into Den's thighs as her hands roamed along Alyssa's lap. Dennise traced the seam of Aly's zipper and tugged on it slightly. She could feel the strong prominence forming, and she relished the way Aly squirmed and attempted to yank her hands away.

"They're ready for people to line up for food." Alyssa and Dennise's heads snapped at the sound of Laura's voice. 

"I thought I'd tell you." Laura brushed her fingers along the cuff of Alyssa's wrist, sending a tickling sensation through Aly's skin.

She clenched her fist and smiled at the woman. "Thank you." Turning to Dennise, she held out her arm. "Shall we?"

They rose and left Laura standing still, with an offended look across her face. Dennise glanced back at her and giggled. "That's what she gets for trying to get with my man."

Alyssa rolled her eyes and kissed her temple. "Come with me."

"Alyssa, what—"

Ducking under a display of white tulips, Alyssa pulled her into the enormous house. Only a trickle of people were inside, as most of the celebrations were out in the yard. They went into one of the washrooms in one of the rooms in the back so no one would disturb them. She turned right back around to face Dennise with a glint in her eye.

"Ano bang ginagawa mo?" Den asked, a slight tremble in her voice. It was not that she was afraid, but rather, the look in Alyssa's eyes always led to intense orgasms—ones that make her scream. Ever since she sucked Alyssa off in the wedding hall, her panties had been soaked through. She clenched her thighs together and allowed Aly to lift her up on the large counter.

"I'm going to eat you out." Alyssa said in a matter-of-fact tone that was lost on Dennise, for all she could focus on was the way Aly loosened her tie. She removed her suit jacket, hung it up neatly, and rolled up her sleeves.

This ritual of sorts had Dennise trembling in anticipation. She gripped the edge of the sink and parted her legs. Alyssa smirked at this and caressed Den's legs, before lifting them up over her shoulders. 

"Pull your dress up." Alyssa husked, and licked her lips at the sight of Dennise's panties.

She pulled them to the side and kissed the full lips of Den's pussy. Alyssa licked them open and traced the nub of Den's clit. Feeling it twitch against her tongue, Alyssa grinned and latched onto it, and sucked while her tongue stuck out to dip inside Den's dripping entrance.

"O-oh!" Dennise gasped, her thighs tightening around Aly's head. 

She reached out and ran her fingers through Aly's hair, while Aly's tongue darted in and out of her pussy, the suction around her clit, constant. "Yes, Alyssa... Oh my god, your tongue—"

Pulling back, Alyssa snapped Den's hips so that she was now bent over the countertop. She stood up and lifted Den's dress, as her fingers hooked around her panties to slide it off her ass.