The Layers of Death Metal

The days had fallen, one by one for well over half a year. The headaches and the heart ache were in full force through those trying times as their schedules were chock full of appointments, meetings, plans, dresses, caterers, guest invites and facilitation. All of it led up to this one day. The sunlight was barely seen in the distant horizon and the hour had not even struck for their appointed time to awaken. Yet there was Pearl. Her eyes opened and shot to her phone on her night stand. She picked it up and clicked the side button to see that it was five thirty. The thought of getting an extra thirty minutes of rest had occurred to her, but that went out the window as soon as she laid eyes on Death Metal, who was staring at the ceiling with her head the only thing not under the covers.

Their eyes met as Pearl smiled. Death Metal’s eyes went from wide to half open as even she cracked a tiny smile at the sight of the pink pony with a stringy red mane. She didn’t even bother trying to keep it while she slept. The hair appointment she had made was already going to take long enough. It didn’t matter if she covered it while she slept or not. The day was packed with final touch ups and last minute preparations. The dress fitting itself was going to be at least an hour by itself. Neither of them believed in the old mare’s tale of bad luck from seeing your bride before the ceremony, but it was going to happen that way anyway.

The first question Pearl asked herself was “Was it all worth it? Was breaking her hump to make her perfect day a perfect day really worth all of the heart ache, the away time and the stress?” One single look at the off white earth pony’s smiling face made the answer a large, resounding yes.

Pearl Necklace sat up in her bed and let the covers slide off her naked body all the way to her thighs. The first thing she had scheduled for that day was an hour with her beloved. She felt that they had both earned a little alone time before the starter pistol fired off and they were both hitting the ground running. It was absolutely mandatory and no change of plans was going to override that appointment. No matter what happened, what mattered was that they were both comfortable and happy on that day. She had assistants to help her assistants in the final preparations after everything was set. This was their time.

The smiling pink pony crawled over to Death’s side of the bed and they met in their first kiss of the day. Death’s hand slid out from under the cover and ran her fingers through her fiance’s mane. She pet it with a firm grip and held her closer to their very sensual kiss. Pearl ran her hand down the front of the white mare’s torso, sliding the cover off of her bare fur. She rubbed it over her crotch, and down to her soft ass, only to run it up the back of her leg so that her knee went up in the air, letting the comforter come off even more and reveal her whole body.

“So, are we married yet?” Death asked with another small grin, followed by a chuckle.

“Sure, why not?” Pearl giggled and smooched her once again. “Here’s some breakfast.” Pearl crawled up over Death even more and let her very large breasts hang down over her lover’s face. Her nipples pressed against the green eyed pony’s snout and forehead. Death Metal wasted no time in catching the pointed mammary with her mouth, sucking in the areola along with it. Pearl sighed and closed her eyes. She shuddered as she felt that warm, wet tongue lap over all of it. Death gripped both of her enormous tits with her fingers sinking into their pillow like, round form. “How’s breakfast?” Pearl asked with a small chortle.

“Needs syrup.” Death said before she started working on her right nipple, giving it the same treatment of her left.

“Oh, you prissy bitch.” Pearl groaned, shivering at the sensation once again. “Once six thirty rolls around, we should definitely swallow our breakfast and get to the chapel. The entire team will be waiting.”

“I know.” Death said, not seeming to care all that much in that instance. She took a deep breath as Pearl gripped her smaller, more modest tit and started playing with her pointed nipple. “Don’t worry, we planned it to the smallest detail. Plans A to Z are already done.”

“Yeah, but you know I believe in Murphy’s Law. That doesn’t exclude weddings. In fact, it influences them the most, it seems.” Pearl pinched Death Metal’s nipple as the white mare gave hers a tiny bite. They moaned at the same time. Pearl climbed up on top of Death Metal and once again began to kiss her, this time with more feeling. The two naked mares rolled around on the bed, touching and teasing one another with squeezing and groping their naughty areas.

That was until Death Metal stopped completely and rolled off of her. Her hooves touched the ground and she looked back at Pearl with her ass in full view. Pearl laid there on the bed with her elbows propping her up in a sitting position. There was a confused look on her face as the raven haired girl stretched, giving her a feast for her eyes.

“Well, I suppose I should eat something before we get to it.” The devilish grin made Pearl’s eyes widen. “Gotta make sure the magic of today goes off without a hitch, you know?”

“Oh, you fucking skank!” Pearl growled at her. Death winked and waved at her as she went to the closet to get on her day clothes. She slid on some tiny panties and her best black bra. “You will pay for this! I’ll find the worst torture to put you through!”

“I love you too, honey.” Death Metal slid on her cloudy gray shirt with “Certified Gwown-up” on the front.

“You’ll love this day but then you’ll rue it all the same! My revenge will not be swift! It’ll be excruciating!” Pearl continued to threaten Death as she walked into the kitchen to look into the bathroom.

“Let’s see, what says ‘You can’t scare me, you rotten whore?’” Death said loud enough for Pearl to hear as she peered into the refrigerator. She hummed as she tapped her chin.

“All of my hate!” Pearl shouted with both of her fists in the air, shaking.

The news teams were abuzz. Social media went apeshit to get footage and pictures of the biggest wedding in Ranchtown. Crowds of onlookers were gated out of the wedding facility as they pressed their cheeks against the iron bars of the gates just to get a glimpse of what was happening. Security guards were hired to keep the premises clear of the public, and three guards were posted outside the door to the wall to check people for invitations. Much like a club, their names were on a list inside a black, leatherbound book.

Inside the chapel, everyone was on the move. The lights were lit, the florists were doing their preparations with the arrangements, the food was being cooked and the cake was getting its very last bits of decorations by none other than the Abyssinian cat girl, Jasmine and the peach colored unicorn, Pop Candy. The place was alive with activity, and the whole city was going nuts over it.

That’s when the crowd was split on two sides of the road that lead to the entrance in the long, well built brick fence. A very shiny, black limousine came through as the crowd was parted and the gate opened for it to enter. Camera flashes could be seen and there must have been four hundred phones feeding video straight into the internet as the door opened and a valet opened the door.

There came the one and only Vineyard Shinolah. The luscious, purple pegasus with gorgeously done hair wore a dark blue dress that perfectly accented her fur color. She posed for the cameras, even waved at her adoring fans. Why there were fans of a mare in the business world, she had no idea. However, she was fairly certain that the majority of them were men who were desperate to get under her dress, which she was okay with. The fact that they loved her for some reason was fine with her. However, it was also why she learned the art of Krav Maga and carried a state of the art taser at her hip at all times.

Vineyard walked into the chapel with her head held up high. The wedding was still a number of hours away, but she prided herself in being the first to arrive at large events because she could afford to be. All of the workers and assistants greeted her and she waved. Vineyard declined any and all favors except for when one of them offered her a glass of wine. Then she pulled it off of the platter and nodded to the waiter. The wedding looked absolutely marvellous.

There were dancing colors all around. The chandeliers were dimly lit while the flower arrangements made up most of the decoration’s hue. The laurels were a somewhat faded green, giving it an old time quality that the pegasus adored. The red and white roses posted all around were so well arranged in their crystal vases. Those beautiful red velvet flowers hung from every sconce on the wall by the white blinded windows. Vineyard had to commend Pearl Necklace for her taste in decor. She sipped her white wine as she viewed the gorgeous scenery. It almost made her forget that there was a media frenzy going on outside with ravenous party watchers.

“A bit early for a drink, isn’t it?” She heard a female voice say from the entrance. The purple pegasus turned to the entrance door to see Jet Stream. The white pegasus with blue and white streaked hair walked in in her finest formal, red dress with a skirt that came down to her knees. She wore high heels and it was very obvious that she was in extreme discomfort, but she held herself rather well anyway.

“It’s a formal event, and a very large one at that. I’m allowed to break the rules on such occasions.” Vineyard passed some extreme sass toward Jet. “When did the top Manehattan news hound come to Ranchtown? Did you run out of skirt to chase?”

“I decided to broaden my horizons. I live here now. After all, I wouldn’t want to miss my favorite ‘mare of the world’ as her every step becomes news.” Jet smiled at Vineyard, who passed her a fake smile and raised her glass to her. That’s when she pulled out a small recording device. “Did you want to go on record?”

“No, I’m simply here to see my dear friend speak her vows and go home happily. As you watch my hooves for news, be careful not to get stepped on. As for me, I will do my best not to disappoint.” Vineyard took a long drink from her glass. “Have fun on your little blog.” This comment caused Jet to smile even harder. They gazed at one another for a long minute as Vineyard finished her glass and stood with a look that just emitted sass in every direction.

That was when Vineyard walked away to the main hall where the pews were set up in gorgeous flower decor. She found herself wondering how a degenerate news hound got an invitation to the largest event in Ranchtown history. It was obvious that there had to be a forefront of public image, but the fact that it was Jet Stream steamed her feathers.

The doors opened once again to thunderous applause and screaming. Vineyard looked out to see a very strange sight. It looked like a band, and not exactly the kind of band normally attached to a wedding. They were well dressed in tuxedos and dresses, but where there was normally a white shirt or blouse was a dirty speckled gray color, like they were dressed for Nightmare Night. All of them carried their instruments in with them and refused to hand them off to the hired hands. Even the drummer pushed an entire drum kit on a cart.

That’s when Vineyard remembered who the other bride was. Death Metal apparently had more influence on the wedding than she realized. This made her smile as they walked by her, passing her nods as they did. This may have been a more interesting wedding than she could have imagined.

“You got the gift, right?” Letty asked, drawing Fable’s attention again. He looked at her to see if she was kidding. “Right?”

“Of course, I did. I told you I would take care of it, and so it is taken care of.” Fable said as he kept his eyes on the road. For how soon the wedding was actually going to begin, he figured they were making pretty good time.

“Well, what did you get them?” She asked, a little surprised that he didn’t already tell her.

“A blender.” Fable said immediately, glancing at her. There was a pause between them, and Letty tilted her head to the side, giggling a little bit.

“Very funny, Fabes. No, seriously, what did you get them?” Letty asked again. His eyebrows went up as he glanced at her once again. He pursed his lips tight in an awkward smile and tilted his head toward the back seat.

Her eyes widened and she blinked a few times. It was suddenly dawning on her that this is where the joke would get sour. She looked back behind his seat to see a rectangular box with a bow on it. The wrapping paper was nice, but it stood about a foot tall and was just about the right width.

“You seriously got them a blender? I thought you were supposed to be imaginative as an author.” Letty said with a snort.

“Oh, come on Letty, you know how our schedule has been. I had the talk show to go to last week and I had to come back to Ranchtown to make sure you were doing fine, then I had to go get them a wedding gift. Pearl explicitly told all of her guests that there was no registry and that every gift was appreciated and completely optional. I had to act fast, and believe it or not, no matter how rich you are, a blender is always a good idea.” Fable explained.

“A blender is what you get when you can’t think of anything. She probably has the most state of the art blender the world has ever known.”

“Exactly, and she probably has ten of everything I could possibly get her without breaking the price range limit. What do you get one of the richest ponies in Equestria? A helicopter? Give me a little credit here.” Fable said as he focused on the road. They both figured that was probably the best place to stop the discussion. Tension has been running high as time has gone on. It had not been a great period for either of them, though the relationship was still going very strong.

Quick Bullet sat in the front passenger seat, leaning her chair all the way back so her very large, pregnant belly could go unhindered and not scrunched up. She had reached her target date, and there was no birth. The baby was staying in there like a treasure trove who wanted to stay in the vault. It’s not like she could blame the child. The mother’s womb was the most comfortable place in the world and it could not be simulated. Letty wanted nothing more than to make the baby happy, but she knew that the foal was running out of room. It was as a fully developed baby now, with both hooves fully formed. How did she know the hooves were fully formed? Because they were kicking her internal organs without mercy for the past three months. It had to come out at some point.

The yellow pegasus looked over at the red pegasus that did this to her. He drove the car with the stereo playing quietly. They came to a compromise on the music that was played with both of them in the car. Their musical tastes didn’t fully meet eye to eye but there was plenty of common ground between them, so they both had plenty of say in what they liked to hear.

Fable glanced at her and smiled, with her smiling back. It had been a rough morning. They had to buy a dress that fit her. It was a bright red dress with a pinkish hue. The skirt reached down to her knees and she had a very hard time fitting into it that morning. It fit when she bought it, but her belly just kept growing. It still fit, but her belly was excessively expanding to facilitate her bundle of joy. The same bundle of joy that caused her to have bathroom breaks every hour on the hour, and get sick at random points in the day. Morning sickness was a lie, they may as well call it maternal sickness.

“You sure you can handle this, Letty?” Fable finally spoke as they were growing nearer to the chapel. “I mean, you missed the rehearsal dinner because you were miserable that day. No one is going to question it if you don’t show up today. I can stay with you, if you want.”

“No, Fable. This is the biggest event since Ranchtown became a city. It would be dumb if I didn’t make it just because I’m a large, pregnant lump. I’ll stay off my hooves and I’ll only get up to smile for the cameras and pee every five minutes.” Letty said as she closed her eyes once again.

He tried to loosen his collar around his neck. The tuxedo he got was a stylish black tux but the bow tie was tight. The tailor told him that’s how it was supposed to be so it didn’t droop downward, but he really couldn’t help putting his finger in between the side of his neck and the collar of his shirt. Not to mention the itch it kept causing.

That’s when he started to see the crowd of people outside of the chapel. His eyes widened as he saw all of the cheering people at his approaching car. He was pretty early, but apparently not near early enough to avoid the large reception. His windows had no tints on them so, people were getting a whole lot of pictures of both him and his marefriend whose belly was very visible. He stopped his car as a security guard and a well dressed pony with a black book guest list approached his window. He rolled it down.

“Invitation?” The security guard asked, and Fable picked it up from his console and handed it to him. The purple stallion in the tux checked the name on the invitation and then checked his book. He even double checked it, obviously not wanting to make any kind of mistake on this. One single misstep could mean his job. The well dressed stallion nodded to the security guard and handed Fable the invitation back.

“Thank you, sir. Enjoy yourselves.” The guard nodded to him and then waved to the gate controller, who opened the barred doors of the brick wall. As Fable drove forward to the entrance, he was waved to by some valets to stop. As he did, a valet rushed up beside his door and opened it, while another opened Letty’s door.

She reached for the valet’s hand, who took hers and helped her get out. She held her stomach with one hand and slowly rose to her hooves with a sigh. Fable watched as the valet got into the driver’s seat and he opened the back seat, grabbing a well wrapped present from it, closing the door. He patted the side of the car as a signal for the valet to park his car.

The crowd was going wild. Fable had had an odd amount of exposure to the wide public of equestria as his book series was hitting the best seller market. He chose the pen name Red Quill so that he wouldn’t have to deal with all of the questions, but obviously, that didn’t work out.

There were news ponies shouting out questions toward them from outside of the gate, and there were, once again, pictures and videos being taken. Letty smiled at him as they got to the entrance of the chapel and two young mares smiled at them as they opened the doors to let them in.

“There he is. Fable!” Winter called out to Fable and waved him over as he stood with Golden Goal. They stood near the entrance with all of the chairs lined up along the wall. The main reception hall was packed. There were waiters and waitresses serving finger food and wine. There were snacks of all kinds and punch. A live string quartet played soft classical music with a full ensemble of a cello, two violins and a viola. Guests were coming in full force now, and Fable saw a lot of familiar faces.

Winter and Golden were dressed in their fanciest outfits that they could find and Winter gave Fable their best bro handshake while Golden went straight to Letty for a hug. Then there came the obligatory belly grab as she laid both of her hands onto her large stomach.

“You are getting so big. It’s so beautiful!” Golden smiled and they both laughed a little bit.

“Yeah, I’m starting to wonder if the baby’s going to start paying rent.” She smiled and they shared another gail of laughter. Golden’s giggling stopped as she felt the little kicks coming from the foal within.

“Oh, my God! I will never get tired of that.” She said as she kept feeling the little hooves beating against the belly. “She’s so cute, and I haven’t even seen her!”

“You’re still so sure that it’s a girl.” Fable asked, then looked at Winter, who shrugged.

“I still say it’s a boy. But you’re such an ass that you can’t tell anyone.” Winter gave Fable’s shoulder a little punch.

Fable snickered and shrugged. “Sorry, bro. You’re gonna have to wait and see.” He said in a tone of sorry, not sorry. “You seen Spark yet?”

“Nah, he and Voltage haven’t made it yet, that I can tell.” Winter looked around. “We've pretty much set up station here at the entrance. That ballroom is packed. Too many ponies.”

“Yeah, Pearl is a woman of the world and she didn't get to where she was without some influence.” Fable said, but Golden drew their attention.

“Letty, are you alright?” Golden asked as both men looked at the yellow pegasus. Letty was panting for breath as her forehead became speckled with sweat. She was hunched over as she looked over to Golden with a nod.

“Honey? Do you need to sit down?” Fable took her hand as she hunched over and grabbed her lower belly. As soon as he asked, Winter whipped over to the wall with the chairs lined across it. He grabbed one and carried it over until he saw Letty shaking her head.

“No,” She said in a breathless voice. “I need to get to the bathroom.” Fable was quick to start leading her deeper into the party. He looked over toward Winter, who pointed the way he was going, directing him toward it. Fable nodded and helped her down the wide, well decorated hallway.

“I hope she's okay.” Golden said and looked over at Winter, who was nodding. “Wouldn't it be wild if she went into labor on a day like this?”

“Yeah, but it would kinda ruin the wedding for me. I was planning to be the first one there.” Winter said to her and her lips pressed together. She hadn't even thought about that. She was also wanting to be there for the birth.

“Winter!” They both heard a male voice say. They turned to see the dark blue pegasus, Night Moon in his tux, along with Star Burst in her white skirt that sparked in the dim chandeliers and candle light. “Golden! So good to see you.”

“Night Moon! What up, bro! You doing the DJing tonight?” Winter asked and Night Moon laughed.

“Why does everyone think I'm the DJ at every event?” Nightmoon kept laughing, as that had certainly not been the first time someone asked him that about this wedding. “I’m a bridesman for Death Metal.”

“Seriously? That’s great! So am I! Why didn’t we do a bachelorette party for Death Metal too?” Winter asked, remembering what happened at Pearl’s party and thinking he may have answered his own question.

“Oh… yeah, about that. She… wasn’t really open to it. She just wanted to have a small get together after Pearl’s party and… yeah the whole party aspect didn’t work out.” Nightmoon’s complexion went a little pale as he thought back to what happened that fateful night. “Still, bad ass party over at Pearl’s, am I right?”

“Dude, I thought we may have killed her.” Winter remembered very well what happened that night and it was… very different. “Poor girl slept for twelve hours after that.”

“Well, that’s kind of what happens when you partied as hard as she did.” Star Burst said, and all of them laughed.

“Not to mention your girl making a move on her bride-to-be.” Nightmoon motioned toward Golden Goal whose eyes widened. This made them all burst out laughing once again.

“Hey, guys!” All of them turned to see Leafly and Stiff Hammer walk in. The brother and sister bat ponies walked in. The brother looking quite dapper in his blue tuxedo shirt with black jacket and pants. Leafly was dressed in a beautiful silken green dress with a beautiful pattern of vines sewn throughout it.

“Leafly! Hammer!” Night Moon walked over to them and hugged Stiff Hammer, kissing the pink haired bat pony on the cheek, which he returned with a smile.

“I see a lot of the gang’s here, huh?” Hammer said.

“Yeah, Pearl has a pretty extensive guest list, it seems.” Winter commented, then he checked his phone for the time. He turned to Golden and leaned close to her, talking softly by her shoulder. “It’s been a minute, did you see Fable and Letty get out of the bathroom?”

“No, actually. Text him and see if everything’s okay.” Golden said, then went back to talking with Star Burst.

Winter nodded and walked off to the side with his phone.

Winter: Dude, you good?

Fable: We’ll be there in a minute.

Winter: Where are you?

Fable: In the bathroom

That was when Fable sent Winter a picture over the text and the azure colored unicorn’s jaw dropped. What the hell was Fable thinking!?

Winter: Dude! We're at a wedding!

Fable went ahead and put the phone back into his pants pocket. His pants were now down around his ankles while Letty's mouth was wrapped tightly around the head of his very hard penis. Her eyes gazed up toward him with a delirious smile. She was stroking his manhood with her tongue and her hand gripped the base of his shaft.

Pregnancy had affected Letty's hormones a little more than they had let on to others. Her hormones were all heightened along with making her feral in the ways of heightened hearing and smell. When she got horny, which was often, there was very little she could do without acting on the urge.

She sucked his erect cock from tip to ring and jerked his member with a passion seldom seen by normal practitioners of coitus. She pulled her mouth off of his sloppy, wet penis only to attach her lips to one of his big balls. He shivered with absolute lust as she painted saliva all over his scrotum.

“Take them off.” Fable whispered. She smiled at him with a giggle as she slid her very tiny black thong off and kicked it to the side. Letty smiled at him as she hiked up her skirt and turned her ass toward him. With a small struggle, she placed her hands onto the wall to balance herself as he pushed her tail off to the side.

In her heightened hormonal state, his cock drew a long moan from her as he pushed himself deep inside her. He knew they were on a tight schedule, so he didn't start slow. He started pumping her as her vaginal tunnel gripped his shaft in an effort to squeeze that delicious juice from him.

“Mmm! Yes, fuck me, daddy.” She mewled as her eyes clenched shut. “Give it to me harder!” As much as she tried to whisper, his dick felt way too good!

“Noisy mama! You're gonna get us…” As he said this, the door opened and the two humping ponies turned to see a very blushing mare. All of them paused as they were at a standstill. “...Caught…”

Star Burst looked at the scene inside the bathroom, her face becoming beet red. That’s when she looked to her left and saw some on coming guests of the wedding, and slipped inside, closing and locking the door.

“I thought you locked the door.” Fable said as he looked down at Letty, who suddenly figured that her forgetful, pregnancy brain screwed them over once again. “Star, I’m sorry, we just--”

“Hey, it’s fine, I know how these things go.” Star Burst said as she watched Fable pull out of Letty. Both of them widened their eyes as the brown pegasus put her hand at the bottom of his very rigid cock and shook her head. “No! Are you crazy? She obviously needs this. Get back in there.”

There was an awkward pause. Letty looked back at Fable and shrugged. Fable shrugged as well and decided to push his cock way deep into her. She gasped in excitement as she felt that nice big piece of meat enter her again.

“You’re such a dirty mare.” Letty said to Star, who giggled and offered no contrary position to the statement.

“I’m not the one getting fucked at a wedding.” Star offered with a grin. “But I may be, if you’re okay with that.”

Fable looked at her as he fucked Letty again. The pegasus pony with long dark brown hair pulled her strapless skirt blouse down to reveal her handful sized breasts. She batted her eyes toward the studly stallion and lifted her pink skirt up to reveal she wasn’t wearing panties.

“We didn’t get a chance to do a quicky this morning, and Night Moon will want pictures.” She winked and got in the same position as Letty, right beside her so that he got a very good view of her tightly prim vagina. She even moved her long tail out of the way to make sure he had a target.

As his hips flopped against Letty’s ass, he licked two of his fingers and pressed them against Star’s very willing, and moistening quim. The shapely mare turned to Letty and smiled at her as she moved her own locks away from her eyes and locked lips with her. The mares kissed in the middle and that was when Quick Bullet moaned into Star’s mouth. She felt the hot jizz pour into her aching pussy. She shivered and licked Star’s tongue as he kept pounding her tight vagina until his firehose of a cock stopped.

“Your turn.” Letty whispered as she started catching her breath. She reached back to Fable and slapped him on the hip, motioning him to her. Fable complied and even saw Star Burst’s slit drip with anticipation as he mounted her. The feeling of him filling her pussy hole caused her to inhale sharply.

“Oh, God! You’re big!” She whispered as he started to pump her, already quite lively from his recent orgasm. He bared down on her hard and fast as his hands gripped her ass cheeks to spread them out and go in balls deep.

Letty watched as she sat down on the floor beside her. She was still face to face with Star Burst and kissed her on the lips as her boyfriend pounded her cunt. She tried to keep her moans quiet, but that was very difficult given the circumstances. He was relentlessly banging her with his stiff member, and she was so turned on just by walking in and catching them.

“You gonna cum?” Letty asked her, still stroking her well fucked vagina as she watched them and kissed on the pegasus mare. Star could only nod as she kept her mouth shut. Her moans were becoming increasingly hard to contain. Quick Bullet began to play with her tits, pinching and rubbing them as they flopped back and forth beneath her. It became too much for her to handle. The yellow pregnant pegasus locked lips with her once again and squeezed both of her large mammaries in a tight grip. Spit dripped from their connected muzzles as Star was beading sweat and her legs were starting to buckle.

To her surprise, Fable came again. She felt the first gush of cum inside of her and it triggered her own climax. The next three twitches brought one flow of semen after the next and she sighed inside Letty’s mouth as their tongues pressed against one another’s. He was obviously out of fuel as he pulled out of her and a bit of sperm dribbled out of her creampied hole.

“Fuck… I really needed that.” She whispered and kissed Letty once again.

They took the time to clean themselves up before rejoining the party.