Assante PMS:
You stood wearing a flowing white fashionnova dress and holding three letters as u stared out at the azulene Grease ocean.
"Auwen. Dylan. Zæn. Three letters, three holes. But only one heart," you said to yourself as you pulled the three letters to your heart and then slid the three letters into a mailbox's hole.
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*flash foward to the knight before the wedding*
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You sat saturating at yourself in your vani as Khaetlinn stood behind you tightening your core sit, trying to get your waste snatched to gunk.
"So... your wedding is tomorrow," said Khaetlinn over the hairbrush.
"Yeah..." you said.
"And you're going to get Mary'd," said Khaetlinn.
"Yes, to the love of my life," you said.
"But you've had three loves in your life," said Khaetlinn.
"Yes, Auwen Dylan and Zæn," you said.
"Well, which did you invite to your wedding to be your groom?" asked Khaetlinn.
You pursed your lady lips and looked to the ground.
Khaetlinn let go of your corn shit in shock and your waste suddenly reappeared.
"Oh...my...GOD!" screamed Khaetlinn.
You stood up and whipped a round and put your hands on Khaetlinn's shoulders.
"I no it sounds crazy, but when I see all three of them standing they're at the end of the isle, I'm gonna know which one I wanna spend the rest of my life with!"
Khaetlinn looked at you as if to say "this ginga.."
Suddenly the door to your chamber was whipped open and Assante ran in.
"There hear!" she shreked.
"Oh my god!" you screamed as you frequently powdered your vag and spritsed some Cocoa Channel perfume on your day call a taj.
You ran with your flow white Jerome Scotch dress flowing heavily behind you out of your villa and down the greasy hill towards the ferry dock where your three lovers stood.
Auwen, with his lily white skin and absent demeanor, was on the left. Dillon, with his doe eyes and warm heart, stood in the middle. And Zæn--oh Zæn--with his melanin and nose, stood on the right.
You felt your flowing white T Allen original dress start to stick to you in-between your thighs where you where starting to get a bit wet.
"Hello, boys!" you shouted, waving at the boys in front of you. "Let me show you to your chambers!"
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First, you showed Auwen to his chamber. The room was white and empty, like him. As you showed him to the bed, he pinned you forcefully down onto it, holding your arms behind your back and your face buried into the bed--but you didn't mind.
"What do you think your doing?" you said, bitten your lipa.
"Something I should've done a long time ago," he said, before flipping your dress up and beginning to make a chocolate vanilla swirl with your lower lips and his cock. His lips met your pussy pout. As his tongue and yours wrapped around each other, you knew that he was your one true love--the one you were to mary tomorrow.
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Next, you showed Dylan to his chamber. The room was large and girthy, like certain parts of him (his heart). You showed him the bed area, and then the bathroom, where he wasted no time grabbing the handheld showered and began to massage your clit with the intense water pressure.
"Dylan!" you shrieked in fluid ecstasy. In a matter of seconds, you squirted just as intensely as the water pressure from the showerhead, and the two similarly intense forces collided and shot a disk of water and snatch gunk outward that soaked you both.
Drenched in the warm liquids, you two began to make out and snake your tongues down each other's throats. Hormones were reading at the speed of light, and you knew your vani wasn't lying--Dylan must be the one you mary tomorrow.
You felt Dylan's hard space needle inside his linen shorts up against your dress, and decided to hop on. You continued to make out and you rapped your legs around his waste and bounced up and down in large movements on his throbbing cock.
"I'm about to climax!" you screamed into Dylan's mouth, and just as you were about to climax, Dylan slipped on on a puddle of the snatch gunk dripping from your badger, and fell backwards into the full bathtub, knocking a hairdryer into the water in the process.
The hairdryer filled the watery tub with massive jolts of electricity that only intensified your explosive organism. Everyone in the entire villa must have heard you screaming at the top of your lungs as this orgasm electrocuted your very seoul.
Dylan had to be the one.
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Lastly, you showed Zæn to his chamber. His chamber was in the west wing, surrounded by trees. It was dark, intimate, and sensual--just like him. You walked ahead of him as you entered the room.
"This is the room!" you said once you got into the room, but when you turned around you saw him standing in front of you, completely naked and oiled up.
Zæn used his hand to lift the straps of your heavily flowing white dress, and expose the melanated death star melons on your chest. Once he got the dress of you, he pinned your arms up against the wall with nails. He then took your legs and pinned them to your hands and, now that your cooter was spread wide, began to eat out of it like a big papaya (he was vegan).
This melanated tribal ritual ceremony continued for a few minutes until Zæn's wild savage hunger had been satisfied and you felt satisfied knowing you were his very own wildebeest carcass to fuck.
After all is said and done, you knew Zæn was the one.
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*THE FOLLOWING DAY.....*
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It was the morning of the day of your wedding day, and you woke up in bed asleep. Your heart was heavy with the impending decision of who you were going to marry today at your wedding... would it be Auwen, Derek, or Zæn?
"M'hunty, it's time for your wedding!" you heard Khaetlinn's voice through the french doors of your balcony.
You ran out onto the balcony in your silk slap and saw all the guests in chairs ready for the wedding. You needed to start getting your face and pussy ready! But was your heart ready?
Jerome Scotch custom assembled your wedding dress onto your body the morning of the day of your wedding. First, he crafted a wooden frame that would give you a snatched waste and ex sensated woman features. Then, he used the silk from rare oriental silkworms to weave the silk that he used to drape over the frame of your dress.
After several hours of glam and styling, you turned to the nearest mirror.
You're mouth gapped open. You couldn't believe what you saw.
