The wedding was fire, sweetie…

Yeah! And now we’re finally about to…

 

Sorry, sweetie… I’d love to, but you’re failing the criteria. By far!

Kiki, but why?

Drop down your pants, Danny.

 

Again? Next to them?

Sweetie, don’t be dramatic. They are your friends and your best men. And they’ve seen it. See?

 

You called me your princess, said I deserved the best…

 

And these cocks are the best.

 

Jeez, I’m such a BBC slut.

 

Aghh.... My hair...

Blah, blah… Quit yappin’ and find a true purpose for that mouth, filthy trash.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kiki, I'd love to join so bad!

Sorry, sweetie... it's perfect like this, I don't need anybody else. But you may fap if you want.

 

 

Delivery for Miss Chul. Ayo, my bad!

 

Just drop it here and dip.

Gugh...!

Hold up bro, this thot ain’t skipping nobody - BBCs get first pick.

 

Ain’t that the truth, lil’ mess? And how you feelin’ about it?”

 

OMG, I'm so hopeless. Slide in, big boy.

 

Sorry, sweetie...

Oh, you want me to join too?

Huh? Nah, but we need the bed. Hope on the couch, chop chop!

 

 

 

 

 

Arghh...

Look at this hoe. She doesn't even know his name, and she squirts on his cock like crazy.

 

Don't waste time talkin' to it, she's brain-offline right now.

 

 

 

 

Hey, don't miss it, lil' mess. Danny, you're girl is a perfect slut!

 

 

*** Alternate ending where Danny finally claims what he’s owed. ***