The Escaped Bride was touching up her gorgeous face in the mirror, her lover in the shower behind her. He stepped out, dripping wet and told her he was off to fuck another girl. Fuck that, she thought, anger and hurt coursing through her. She grabbed his cock, still wet from the shower, and growled, “We’ve got shit to talk about, and I think it’s best we do it with nothing to hide,” her eyes flicking down to his dick.
She didn’t give a fuck about the other girl, she wanted his cock in her, not some other bitch. She turned and bent over the counter, showing him her ass, ready for him to fuck her anger away. Her pussy was wet, ready for his dick, but her asshole was winking at him, ready for some hard anal fucking. She wanted him to gape her asshole, to leave her marked and full of his cum.
