I Didn't Want to Get Married

Tomorrow I was going to, at last, be wed! Without hesitation, I locked the doors to my chambers and undressed. Lately, my sexual frustration had been driving me to absolute madness! I had been pleasuring myself every night since (Y/N) and I parted, but for the last few days, the anticipation had been too great. I’d had to find time to relieve myself of my lustful thoughts during the day as well. And now, I was positively on fire with desire!

I fetched my well-used cloth from its hiding place in my dresser before lying back down on my bed. Already, my length stood at its full attention as images of a nude (Y/N) swam through my head.

Eager for relief, I started pumping myself, closing my eyes and remembering how her tight, little, virgin cunny had felt around my fingers, how it had tasted. Soon, I would be burying myself in between those luscious thighs! Inevitably, I remembered the feel and sight of her as she had taken me in her no-longer virgin mouth. Lord, how hot and wet it had been!

I fantasized about her breasts heaving, her mouth sucking. I would lay her back and enter her, put my member in her virgin sex! It would be moist, and warm, like her mouth! Ah! I would make her climax as I filled her with my cock! Yes! I would fill her with my spend, she would love it! Ahhh!

I flexed my toes and grunted as I met my end, my seed pulsing out onto my stomach, pictures of a writhing (Y/N) in my head. After the last drop was spent, I took my cloth and wiped myself off.

I chuckled to myself softly. I did, indeed, feel a bit slothful. Best to try and get some rest, as the wedding was to be at nine o’clock in the morning. I couldn’t have been any more excited.

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