Hazel Heart Finishes Her Wedding Day Checklist

It's Hazel Heart's big day. Every girl gets that fantasy wedding itch. But when she checks herself in the mirror, all she can think about are the fat dicks she's swearing off for good. Those glory years of bending over for any swinging dick that showed interest are done the second she says "I do." How the hell is she supposed to stretch one lonely pussy around the same cock forever? Guests keep flooding the downstairs while her nerves crank higher. She needs one last pipe-job, right now, from the only guy built for crisis work. So she rings Rob Piper. Dude always slid right in when she needed a brutal weekend deep-dicking. In minutes, Hazel’s upstairs window wedding suite turns into a quickie palace, her whole family pacing below as she swallows every inch of that thick meat like a starving slut. Nothing has ever soaked her faster. First thrust and she’s already pulsing hard, lips gripping tight, juices popping every time his heavy balls hammer her clit. She comes in clenching waves that only get meaner when he bottoms out. Cunt flooded, hole yanked wide, she knows the groom downstairs won’t find any grip tonight. Cunt wrecked, legs shaking, everything else can wait until after he puts her back together again.