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mouth.
     
    He came hard, bursting his hot, sticky fluids into her mouth, and she took him, swallowed him, felt him slide down her throat with satisfaction.  Slowly, she let his cock pull from her mouth.  Her pussy still throbbed, and her nipples were sore from the insistent teasing Marcus had given them.  She stood, prepared to make her exit now that the deed had been done, but then she felt his hands on her shoulders, pressing, willing her to stand still.  She felt unsteady on her feet, dizzy from the exchange, and she wiped a little of his sticky fluid from her ruby-red mouth in satisfaction.
     
    “Leaving so soon?” he asked, that gleam still apparent in his hazel eyes.  He clearly had other plans, and as he cocked his head in mild amusement, he let his hands stray to her hips, stroking the soft, smooth skin there.  A tingle of warmth echoed through Samantha’s body.  His fingers touched the silk fabric of her panties, tugging them off deliberately, letting them fall silently to the wood floor.  He turned her around then, pushing her gently to the bed that lay across from the door.  The sheets were cool and smooth on her back as he pushed her down, and her nipples were pink and erect. 
     
    His mouth -- his hot, wet mouth that she had wanted to kiss ever since she’d met him that night in the bar -- was on her stomach then, kissing her firm, taut skin, letting his lips graze her body lightly, but deliberately.  Then he moved down, brushing her hips with his lips, and then his tongue was on her pussy, exploring her, and she moaned.  Her clit throbbed, and her hips moved, she needed him to go deeper, to taste her harder.  She wanted to push his head down further inside of her, but doing so would be awkward, she couldn’t quite reach, so she lay back, letting his tongue explore her wet, aching folds.
     
    Outside she could hear the muffled voices of other wedding guests.  And here they were, the groom and a random Plus One, his head between her legs, her naked sprawled out on the bed, his tongue tasting her and licking at her folds, sucking at her sensitive places.  A ripple of pleasure at their deviance tore through her body, and she bucked her hips a little involuntarily. 
     
    “Tsk, not now, not yet,” murmured Marcus, looking up for only an instant from his work.
     
    Her pussy begged for more, she wanted him inside her harder, deeper.  His tongue was methodical in its movement, wet and exploratory.  She felt almost dizzy, and she arched her back, reading her hands out to clasp the headboard of the bed, to steady her body with its firmness.  As she moved, he thrust his tongue deeper inside her, and grasped her thighs with his hands, holding her down, pushing her legs firmly to the bed.  He dove deeper with his tongue, and her pussy pulsed.  Samantha held tightly to the headboard, willing herself to not to come, not yet, Marcus had told her to wait, but his tongue was in her folds, caressing her skin, the groom was sending ripples of naughty pleasure through her body, and Samantha couldn’t wait any longer. 
     
    She came, her back arching with the release, and the cry that formed on her lips was full of pleasure and undulating ecstasy.  She could feel her clit throbbing, her body fluttering in and out, each wave stronger than the next.  She closed her eyes, letting the experience overwhelm her, letting the feel of his hands on her thighs and her fingers wrapped around the headboard and his tongue inside her melt together into a dizzying cataclysm of delight.  Slowly, the waves of pleasure receded, and she could hear herself and Marcus breathing hard, panting in the heat of the room, which was full of the musky scent of sex. 
     
    “Don’t you have other things to spend your time doing today?” she asked coyly.  She reached out a finger to touch the ruby-red lipstick mark that had appeared on his naked shoulder and rubbed at it, removing the stain of their deeds with her