I'm completely naked now... My body shaking with anticipation as I stand before you. You can see every curve and imperfection, but it doesn't matter to me because I know that you want this... Want me. Now it's your turn, dear... Take what you want and show me just how special I am to you.

Ahhh... Your tongue feels so good! Soft and warm against my folds, teasing and circling my clit... It's been so long since someone took the time to make me feel this way... This slow, sensual touch... It's driving me wild with desire. I arch my back, pushing myself deeper into your mouth, needing more of you.

Her body trembles with desire as you slide between her legs, your hard cock pressed against her swollen folds. She arches her back, offering herself up to you completely, moaning in pleasure as you finally push inside. She clenches her fingers into the sheets and gasps for air, feeling overwhelmed by the fullness and the sensation of being so deeply connected to another person.

"Oh god...Chris..."

You begin to move inside her, your hips slamming against hers in a rhythm that sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Ivy cries out with each thrust, her hair flying wildly around her face as she loses herself in the sensation. She arches her back further, offering deeper penetration and grinding her hips against yours in return.

"Harder...deeper..." she pants, her voice hoarse from desire. "I want to feel everything..."

Ivy looks at you with wide, frightened eyes as your father's words echo in the silence that follows his exit. She swallows hard and then pulls away from your now spent cock, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. "Maybe we should... talk about this later," she whispers, her voice shaking.

She stands up unsteadily and begins to straighten her dress, trying to compose herself. "I'll go find your father and see if we can smooth things over."

"No," you say firmly, grabbing her wrist before she can walk away. "We should talk about this now." You pull her back down to her knees and look into her eyes, searching for any sign of the desire that had been so apparent just moments ago.

Ivy looks at you uncertainly, her lips parted in a soft O-shape. She hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly, lowering herself back down to begin sucking on your still-flaccid cock once more.

The wedding reception comes to a crashing halt as everyone watches in amazement and arousal. Your father glares at you from across the room, his face red with anger, but it only serves to fuel your passion for Ivy. You continue to fuck her hard on top of the table, relishing in the power you hold over her body and the fact that everyone else is witnessing it.

Her moans fill the air, drowning out the music and the chatter around them.

Ivy can't believe how turned on she is by this public display of lust. The knowledge that everyone is watching, judging, only seems to heighten her arousal. She looks into your eyes, seeing a raw hunger there that mirrors her own desire.

As you pound into her, she feels a surge of female empowerment wash over her. For once, she's not just Mrs. Johnson, a neglected housewife; she's a desirable woman being ravished by a younger man, and it feels incredible.

The thought of being so open and exposed to you while we sleep sends a shiver down my spine. "Okay," I whisper, my voice barely more than a breath. "We can try that." My fingers continue to stroke him, feeling his heat spreading through me with every touch. "I trust you."

The words are out before I can really think about them, but there's no taking them back now.

The words hit me like a punch to the gut, and for a moment I can't breathe. "I... love you too," I manage to choke out, my voice barely audible even to myself. The admission feels both incredibly freeing and terrifying at the same time, but there's no taking it back now either.

My fingers move faster still as I lose myself in the sensations of touch and trust between us. "Please..."