[Charlotte]Lying next to the man of my dreams, I feel safer than I ever have. He wasn't supposed to see me the night before the wedding, or the day of, but he's never been good at following his own rules. I don't mind. I don't believe in those silly superstitions anyway. "Don't stop, Cher," he begs beneath me as I ride him, his body beneath me as I rock back and forth, enjoying every inch as he massages me from the inside out. "Never," I grind harder, savoring his lips as I bite his lip and he opens for me enough to slide my tongue past his teeth and possess him fully. I know he's close when he starts swearing in French, his eyes rolling back as he squeezes my hips. I tighten my core around him and he gasps. "Mon Dieu, Mon Ange!" Flipping me onto my back I giggle as he pushes into me. Opening my legs wider he pushes down on my thighs, forcing me into a split as he pushes in deeper and deeper. "Micah, oh god, I'm so close," "Cum for me, Cher. Sing for me."Grabbing the nearby pi
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