After a while, Dwayne moved over and pulled me to his side, sighing heavily before burying his face in my hair. I snuggled up against him happily, rubbing my ass against him until I was safely nestled in his big spoon, the both of us basking in the afterglow of sex.
“Tomorrow, I want to be in charge,” I mumbled, almost drifting off to sleep. He squeezed my ass and I heard him let out a small chuckle.
“Sure, babe. We can take turns on who gets to be on top,” he chortled, and I rolled my eyes.
I love this deplorable man. Who would’ve thought I’d meet my match at someone else’s wedding? Certainly not me. But am I complaining?
Definitely not.
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