My Ideal Wedding: A Cuckold’s Unapologetic Blueprint

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Then, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I shifted, pretending to adjust my sherwani, hiding the screen under the folds of fabric as the priest’s chants droned on. My heart pounded so hard I thought it might burst. It was her.


The first was her in her wedding saree, radiant and flawless, exactly as the guests would see her in minutes. But I knew her too well. That glint in her eyes, the subtle disarray in her posture—it was a taunting, cum-drenched confession. She’d turned that locked room into a filthy stage for her pleasure, letting those four men ravage her in a brutal gangbang right before our vows. The makeup artist had gripped her hips, slamming his thick cock into her dripping pussy while she moaned like a whore. The videographer had taken her mouth, his shaft stretching her lips as she gagged and drooled. The hairstylist had claimed her tight asshole, pounding her until she screamed, and the saree dbangr had joined in, his hands smearing her asscheeks as he fucked her raw. They’d taken turns, passing her around, filling every hole, leaving her a trembling, cum-soaked mess.