Craving Big Black Cocks Before My Wedding (4)

The air charges. One of them steps forward, close enough for me to smell his cologne. His gloved hand brushes my hip possessively. “How much do you think that costs, bride?”

My throat tightens. “I’ll pay whatever you want. Just tell me how much.”

The man’s low chuckle makes my stomach ache. He lea...

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