Hard, horny groom was so worked up….

The hard, horny groom Luke, walked into an empty rehearsal room. I handed him some water and sat next to him on the floor. My skirt flipped up a little and, before I had a chance to smooth it, he ran his hand from my knee up my thigh. I opened my legs slightly so he could reach further under my skirt, and I grazed my hands over the front of his pants, which were starting to bulge.

The hard, horny groom was already hard as a rock, and I realized my mouth could help calm him down.
While his fingers felt amazing working their way over my panties, I wanted to do my job as a wedding coordinator and do anything needed to take care of the groom.

I moved onto my hands and knees and undid Luke’s belt and zipper, releasing his thick cock. My lips covered his fat mushroom head, and I looked up, smiling as my mouth became fuller of him. His head rolled back, and he gave a low moan, then began thrusting his hips slowly towards my mouth. I took more and more of him, moving up and down on that fat dick of the hard horny groom.

The juicy sounds of my saliva and the groom’s pre-cum echoed in the empty dance room.

The continued rhythmic motion of my sucking got faster, and Luke’s moans grew until he burst like a geyser in my mouth. I swallowed every bit and sat up, wiping my mouth. “How are you feeling?” I asked him quietly. He tucked himself back into his pants, zipped up, and stood. “I’m ready to do this!”

With renewed energy, Luke dove into the next part of rehearsal. The choreographer came over to me to compliment me.

The hard horny groom looked at me.

“You really have a knack for calming the groom down. I was worried he would give up and that could sour the mood towards the entire wedding.”

The final dance rehearsal started off more promisingly until one of the groomsmen tripped and hurt his ankle, throwing off the balance of the dance. Luke got heated again and stormed out. Down the hall I followed him, ending up in the same empty dance room as before. This time, Luke was leaning with his forehead against the wall of mirrors, moving his fist like he was about to bash it against the wall.

I moved up behind him and slipped my hand under his crotch, beginning to stroke his cock through his pants.

His frowning face loosened up and he slipped his pants and underwear down to his ankles, watching my reflection in the mirror. I reached around to grab his dick while working his balls with my other hand from behind. Squeezing his balls and firmly continuing to stroke him, my favorite groom’s breathing quickened and pre-cum oozed onto my fingers as I sped up.

This continued, the stroking, his hard cock, my hand working underneath him, until the groom’s cum was all over the mirror.
So back to rehearsal, the hard horny groom refreshed and ready to tackle the rest of the dance. Again, the choreographer sidled up to me with commentary “You must be magic. At the rate this was going, I was thinking he would cancel the whole thing.” I winked at him and looked at the groom. “Maybe I have the magic touch.”

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