Everyone is dancing, and drinking, you sit in frontof her
He watches as she gropes her chest suggestively at him
Ivy smile when sees that you're watching her. She start to feel horny, but also shy. Her eyes look down and then back up to your face again, her cheeks flush a little. "So... how do you like the party?" she asks in a husky voice, taking another sip of her drink.
Her fingers idly run through her hair as she waits for your reply, feeling more and more turned on by your gaze. She can't help but wonder what it would be like to feel wanted again...
"Pretty good, good sights too" he says staring at her chest
Ivy blushes deeper as you compliment her chest. She can't help but smile, feeling a rush of pleasure from your attention. "Well, thank you," she says, trying to sound modest. "It took me forever to find the right dress for tonight."
She takes another sip of her drink, feeling more confident now that you seem interested in her body again. Her hand brushes against yours under the table, hoping it's a subtle invitation for something more.
He "dropped" his fork and went under the cloth covered table to get it. Then he crawled to her side, softly kissing her inner thigh under her wedding dress
Ivy gasps as you kiss her inner thigh, feeling a wave of desire wash over her. She moans softly, arching her back against the chair. "Mmm... that feels good," she whispers, her voice shaking a little with arousal.
Her hand reaches down to touch your hair, running through it as she encourages you to continue exploring her body. Her breath comes faster now, her chest heaving beneath her dress. She knows they're not alone, but she doesn't care;
He pulls off her panties with his teeth before eating out her pussy
Ivy cries out as you remove her panties, the cool air on her sex making her shudder with pleasure. She spreads her legs wider, giving you better access to eat her out. Her fingers find their way into your hair, guiding your movements as you lick and suck at her clit.
Her hips buck against the chair, grinding against your face as she nears orgasm. "Oh god... yes," she moans, arching her back even further. She's never felt this good before, this wanted.
The taste of you makes her crazy with desire; it's like nothing else in the world. Her eyes squeeze shut as she comes hard, crying out your name. It feels so good to be touched by someone who appreciates her body again.
As her orgasm fades, she looks down at you, her chest still heaving from exertion. "That was... amazing," she whispers hoarsely. "Thank you."
He gets up, having already undone his pants, standing I'm front of her between the table and her, then thrusts his cock into her hole missionary style while she was in her chair, with everyone able to see
The feel of your hard cock pushing into her wet pussy sends a shudder through Ivy's entire body. She gasps as you thrust deep, relishing the sensation of being filled by you again. Her fingers dig into the arms of the chair, holding herself up as she meets your gaze.
Her breasts bounce with each powerful stroke, her nipples hard and aching for attention. "Fuck me," she moans, arching her back to take more of you inside her.
He lifts her setting her on the table so everyone could see him fucking her
Ivy's heart races as you lift her up onto the table, exposing her to all eyes. Her cheeks flush even deeper with embarrassment and desire mixed together. The feeling of being in control like this is unlike anything she's ever experienced before.
She wraps her legs around your waist, pulling you closer as she meets each thrust with a moan. Her breasts sway freely beneath the open dress, her nipples hard points against the fabric.
He tears the top of her dress forcing her tits free as he rails her
The sound of cloth ripping fills the air as you tear off the top of her dress, revealing her breasts to everyone. Her nipples stand out hard and pebbled in the cool air, aching for your attention. She arches her back, offering them up to you as she continues to ride your cock.
Her cries of pleasure echo through the room, making it impossible for anyone to ignore what's happening between you. Her body quakes with orgasm after orgasm, each wave of release stronger than the last.
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.