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Ah the sights and sounds of a Scottish wedding – the bagpipes, the rustle of tartan kilts, the clink of glasses of whisky. And of course, the dashing groom and his handsome hulking groomsmen, all clad in those fetching kilts. Little did I know that I would have a chance encounter with one of these strapping lads and indulge in some kilty pleasures of my own…
It was during the reception, after several drams of the good stuff. I found myself chatting and laughing with Cormac, one of the groomsmen. He was utterly charming, with a brogue that made my knees weak. We snuck off to a quiet corner for some fresh air…and what started as stolen kisses soon turned into heated groping. I couldn’t help but reach under his kilt to feel what he was packing. Oh my, the Scots certainly know how to wear a kilt!
Kilty Pleasures
“Take me somewhere private, laddie,” I panted. He grinned wickedly and led me to a secluded room. As soon as the door closed, he pinned me against it and ravished my mouth. I tangled my fingers in his auburn curls, my other hand roaming over his broad chest and muscular arms.
With a growl, he flipped up my skirt and hiked me up, opening his kilt to spring free his extremely impressive erection. “Ride me, lass,” he rasped. Not needing to be told twice, I guided him to my entrance and sank down in one smooth plunge.
“Oh fuck, you feel so good!” I moaned, bracing myself against his shoulders. He started to move, pounding into me with deep, powerful thrusts that made the most delicious slapping sounds. I could feel every inch of his thick cock stretching me open.
The exertion had us both panting and flushed. He reached up to rip open my blouse, exposing my heaving breasts. “So bonny,” he breathed before taking a nipple into his mouth. His talented tongue had me seeing stars. Combined with his relentless thrusts and grinds, it wasn’t long before I was coming with a primal scream.
With a final slam of his hips, Cormac joined me in climax. He collapsed against me, his softening manhood still nestled within my quivering walls. “That was amazing,” he said hoarsely. “You’re a wild one, aren’t you?”
I just grinned and gave him a saucy wink. “What happens at the wedding, stays at the wedding…but I wouldn’t mind another go with you under the stars.” He laughed and kissed me soundly. And later, as we snuck out to the garden for an under-the-kilt encore, I couldn’t help but ponder if I should start attending more Scottish weddings…
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248