Split roasted Stories

I was bent over with my new husband holding my head down in his lap. His best friend and best man at our wedding two hours ago was lifting my wedding gown over my hips as I knelt. I heard a rustle behind me, then a zipper. He placed one hand on my lower back between my Venus dimples. His other hand snatched my panties down to mid-thigh. I managed to look up at my new husband with my emerald green eyes. He brushed my thick...