I love being a slut, so why wouldn’t my wedding be a slutty mess. I was getting married to my sweetheart Duncan. he was so sweet and so vanilla. I was marrying him because he has the most extensive bank account I have ever seen. I knew he would be a great provider, and he trusted me very much. So the night of my wedding, after our nuptials. I snuck into the men’s bathroom, and the groomsmen looked like they needed a good blowjob. Well, Mrs. Glasscock, how did you end up here, sexy. Continue reading “Slutty Bride”