I did not think that this would end. You know how it happens between girlfriends - one mountain is a suitor, lovers, etc., and the other is a personal goalkeeper. So this is our case with Valeya.

Valya is a petite brunette with chiseled legs, slightly skinny booty, small but beautiful breasts and gorgeous black feathers like a crow. Always well-groomed, always on spiers, in black stockings, emphasizing her dark hair. And Valya is also a bitch, she always twisted by men. Well, sooner or later everything comes to an end — Valya found herself an oligarch and marries him. And between us, her friends did not hide the fact that she fucked with her ex several times a week, almost until the wedding itself.

A month before Valya's wedding, in a conversation, I kind of asked for a joke:

- Where will the rest of the suitors be?

In the next conversation, she herself asked for it and asked to “give the suitors to me”. Somehow a joke for a joke and Valya really began to tell me something about one thing, then about another. One shelter once helped in Moscow, another gave a car. It turned out that she could not invite them to the wedding and could not pay attention there. The closer to the wedding, the more serious were her words that I would have to be her “lightning rod”, since the invited stallions would otherwise attack the bride and then there would be a scandal. I honestly took it all as a joke. I and the guy in life was only one.

It is hard to say that I am not attractive: wavy blond hair, plump lips, high elastic breasts of the third size, but my main advantage is of course that I got from my mother, who still drove officers in Germany crazy. For the last six months, I have not had a young man and, despite the fact that I “relieved” tension in my soul at least three times a week, I was constantly on edge. My girlfriends, including Valya, on every common binge promised to introduce me to someone. And acquainted. And they whispered something to the guys in their ear, and after that the guys just "went into battle." Touched. Rubbed. Apparently friends laid, I want sex like hell. But I always avoided casual connections. They said that I refuse myself too much. Valya is so not a party at all, she will fuck with someone in the car or in the toilet. And the bride sends text messages. They say I love to miss, we sit with friends.

So came the wedding day. I, as an obedient witness, helped Vale to attach a veil on her absolutely stunning hairstyle, when she seemed to say between times:

- Cach, you give Roman No.1, Jura closer to the end of the evening, and Seryoga in general only if you start to climb to me - ok?

From her tone I realized that she was not joking at all.

- Val, what are you doing? I'm not going to give anyone.

- No, my friend, help me out. Do you know how many times to get it started, I told each of them how I want him to fuck me at the wedding?

Here, bitch then. - I think to myself.

- ... I already told them about you. Roma VKontakte your boobs already checked out. And Jura always has puffed on blondes like chubby.

From her manner of expressing me, I shivered, but on the other hand for some reason I liked her rude words.

- Compared to you, any plump!

- And here and there, Katenka, you are plump. But don't be afraid of them like that.

With these words, she slapped me on my big round ass, which barely fit into a tiny pink dress.

Valya went to the mirror and continued to dictate the scenario by putting on scarlet lipstick: you see that they are coming to me - fly up and distract. Tits, ass, legs with his - as you like, but my oligarch did not suspect anything!

- ... Speaking of legs, here are your stockings, otherwise yours immediately give you a virgin fanatic.

Valya threw me an unpacked wad of stockings: Black, with lace flowers on her calves.Except fucking them, you still can not call them. I looked at my own. Really probably too modest. But I don’t want strangers drunken men to reach me ... Or do I want to? I changed stockings. My legs in them really looked irresistible. Such taut calves and tender ankles. I started to start again.

- Val, I’ll just try on them - don’t even think that I will go them! This is Kick!

Valya passing by in her wide wedding dress again, but already stronger, slapped me on the pope. I screamed and arched. The dress turned up and it became obvious that the gum stockings were deliberately understated ... I saw myself in the mirror: A low blonde girl who had risen from the slap on her back, on high heels, sabot, in absolutely fucking stockings, bent so that the gap between the elastic band was visible black stocking and the edge of a miniature dress ... Hmm ... The doorbell rang. And I suddenly realized that the guests had come and there would be no time to change clothes. When they got into a limousine at the Civil Registry Office, a tall, strong brunette approached me. Something and the taste of Vali was excellent: some athletes and all are hefty. He looked me up and down. Lingering on the chest, waist, hips and ankles.

- Are you Kate? - he said in a deep, stern voice

I smiled tightly trying to hide my fear. And nodded her head.

He did not introduce himself or say anything. But when they got into the cramped limousine, he sat down beside me and immediately put my hand on my knee. The feeling of a hot male hand through a nylon stocking was very pleasant. But I removed it. I am not like this. Without any delay, he put her there again. In order not to attract too much attention, I did not make a fuss and pretended that I had not noticed it. Everyone laughed, congratulated the young and drank champagne. I drank too. At the very first stop, Valya winked slyly out of the limousine, behind her a whole cavalcade of friends and girlfriends, and I was the last one with that thug. I tried to get up, but he put his hand on my thigh and pressed it to the leather armchair of the limousine. I didn’t notice how the dress turned up, and I sat almost bare ass on the skin ...

- Do not rush.

Then he abruptly hugged me, took me by the chest with both hands and sat him on his knees.

- Someone has to take the rap for our bride, right? - again he spoke in a deep, brutal voice, and I felt his hefty device beneath me.

Champagne has done its job and, I confess, I was already wet through and through only one thing, that he took me by the chest. And yet I tried to escape. But ... The zipper of his fly creaked. And the hot and hard cock was right under me. From attempts to escape, I only rubbed closer and tighter about him. Everything was already wet between us. The struggle did not last long, he put his hand over my mouth, rudely crawled under the dress with his second hand and inserted his dick.

I groaned and she began to move sharply on the penis. Drunk and lost myself and I tried to appease the male. Do everything he wants and how he wants. Seeing that I had thrown resistance, he pulled my breasts out of the dress and freed me from my bra. I moaned and moved. I opened my eyes, I saw in the mirror a cool little busty blonde, who was gagged and jumping backwards on a hefty male, trying to blow his thick hot cock. I also saw that the driver did not leave the car as expected, and from time to time he glances at us in the mirror. From all this, I began to move sharper and the stranger lasted under me no more than 40 seconds. He finished right in me. Then he gave a napkin and transplanted it back into the leather seat.

I did not have time to really put myself in order, as the young and the guests returned. They laughed and chatted about something of their own, but I could not think of anything except about the fat member of an unfamiliar man, who did not even introduce himself, but took advantage of me. The fact that I resisted like mad, and as soon as he entered, she wanted so much just stupid sex that she became ...