Erotic Story/Edymaniac: Busty Ngozi’s night with the bridal shop owner (Finale)

“Do you like having this best man’s dick in you?” Femi responded.

“Yes! Oh yes!” Ngozi quickened her pace, immediately back into the throws of her fantasy.

“Is it bigger than your husband’s!” Femi was relieved that he was able to keep going, he had been seconds away from blowing his load, he was now savouring every second he had with this marvelous girl.

“Much bigger! AAAAHHH!!” Ngozi screamed as a wave of euphoria washed over her.

“That’s it! Take it all like a good whore!” Femi took control, gripping her ass he pulled her down onto him, again and again.

“AHHH YESSS!! GIVE IT TO ME!” She screamed.

Femi continued to pound into her as hard and fast as he could. Ngozi’s bouncing breasts leapt into his mouth and he latched onto one, sucking hard on her nipple, rubbing his face against them.

She screamed again and arched herself back, as she could feel the familiar signs of an orgasm rushing through her body. She moved her hands onto his knees for support and she leaned away from him, frantically thrusting her pelvis back and forth, her muscles quivering, moaning with pleasure.

Femi watched as her perfect breasts bounced in unison before his eyes. He feverishly pounded into her knowing he only had seconds left.

He could feel his dick twitching inside her. He grabbed hold of her magnificent breasts and squeezed them tight as a thunderous jet of semen erupted from his dick.

“OHHHHH!! OHHHH DAMN!” He yelled as more and more streams of hot cum flooded her tight pussy.

Then her pussy contracted, gripping him even tighter as though it was trying to milk every last drop from him. “YEESSSS!! AHHHH YESSSSS!!” Ngozi screamed louder than before as her second, even more intense orgasm struck her.

Her supporting hands went weak and she nearly fell backwards, but Femi caught her around the waist pulling her back into his lap, he continued to thrust into her as she spasmed uncontrollably, closing her eyes, letting the waves of euphoria crash over her.

She soon ground to a halt. The sounds of their combined heavy breathing filled the small cubicle.

Ngozi kissed him again, before pushing herself up and off of his lap, his softening spent dick slipped out from her.

“Thanks I needed that.” She said, whilst immediately starting to get dressed back into her work clothes. Femi sat there still in a daze.

“I hope you can fix her dress all right.”

“W…what? Oh yeah no it’ll be fine.” He was still so out of breath.

Ngozi finished straightening herself up and she drew back the curtain. For Femi, seeing the outside again was like a spell being broken. He wondered for a second whether it had all been a dream, but he looked down and saw his now flaccid dick still gleaming with her juices.

He wasn’t sure if he had the energy to stand up, but he somehow managed it, whilst pulling up his trousers.

“Can I take the bridesmaid dress now then?”

“Um yeah, Oge has already paid for it. It’s yours now.”

“Great! Oh and thanks for the garter!” Ngozi lifted up her short skirt, showing that she was still wearing the blue bridal garter around her thigh. She folded the purple dress over her arm and walked towards the door.

“Hey!” Femi called after her. “Will I ever get to see you again?”

“That depends.” Ngozi unlocked the door and pulled it open.

“On what?” Femi knew his chances were slim but he had to try.

“On whether anyone else I know wants me to be their bridesmaid.” She smiled at him, and walked away towards the road.