After three months,
Denise kissed Samantha's daughter's feet and said, "Aren't you so adorable, baby Yanny? Aren't you sweet?"
She gave birth to Yanny three months ago. She smiled but remained deafeningly silent.
"Your daughter is a snub, Samantha," Denise said, lifting her by the arms.
"She gets it from her father," Samantha explained as the makeup artist retouched their brows and they laughed.
"Anyway, I called you three months ago, while you were on vacation, to tell you I was getting married, but you hung up."
"I was freshly f*cked, what do you expect? I need to rest, girl," Samantha joked.
"No matter how f*cked up you were, you had to answer your best friend."
"Goodness, Denise! If you don't loosen up, you'll kill yourself from hypertension, and you're getting married in 6 hours," Samantha said as she stood up in only her bra and pantyhose.
"All right," she sighed anxiously.
"You need to rel—" Samantha's sentence was cut short when Deo walked in.
Denise yelled, "You need to repeat if we need a dessert in like 5 hours my husband is going to be enraged, this is the last time I do business with you!"
She's been shrieking and not sleeping for the past two days because she wants her wedding to be perfect.
"And you gotta f*cking relax alright! take a deep breath," Samantha exclaimed as she handed her a bottle of water.
She sighed and closed her eyes, touching her head, then reopened them, her gaze fixed on him. "What the hell, Deo, you're supposed to be getting dressed, bathing Yanny and the twins, and lastly, preparing all the dessert! hurry up please.." As Deo hurriedly runoff.
"Take it easy."
"I'm relaxed, Samantha, just tensed! You know me, this is our special day, and I want everything to go smoothly," Denise explained.
"This is making me feel hilarious," she added, her bile still lodged in her throat.
"Oh no, you need to relax for your wedding day and stop stressing yourself out," Samantha advised and Denise nodded.
~
"How are the wedding preparations coming along?" Mike inquired.
"Well, Deo is freaking," Andrea said as she stood up again, laughing, while Denise moved around as she felt guilty for making Deo do everything.
"Wait, where have our babies gone?" Mike inquired.
"They're taking a nap in the other room; Santi can sit without his neck support now; Santina is currently attempting; they're making momma proud," she said as she opened the front door and Mike entered the room.
"I'm so proud of you, sweetie; you're stunning."
"I'm proud of you as well," she said proudly.
He clutched her face and started kissing her possessively, with all the sexual desire in his eyes. She felt his bulge try to poke her spot, and he moaned in the kiss as his tongue wandered around her mouth.
"'I miss you," Mike said quietly as Denise laughed and said, "Goodness, Love, I've only been away from you for over 26 hours."
"Those hours are all torture to me Denise after we f*ck earlier when you went to the bathroom, I had to jack off since I can't get enough of you. I've missed you, especially your moans; I can't wait."
"Well, you seem sex-craved, did you miss me or just my body?" Denise asked as her brows furrowed.
"All of you, Denise, I miss having you by my side and f*cking you," he whispered, molesting her behind and making her gasp.
"Oh f*ck, we have a marriage ceremony is about 5 hours, let's stop this, we need to prepare first," Denise said. "Don't worry, I'm in charge of riding you after this."
"Oh yeah," he said, his devious grin on his face. "I just need an hour; I can smell your stickiness," he said, trying to bite her ear roughly. Denise flushed after that.
"What the hell," she said, trying to grab his hair and kissing his lips.
Mike pouted his lips and said, "I want to f*ck you right now."
"You're not touching me, okay?" Denise asked, slipping down as Mike sighed, "Sweetie."
"What?" she enquired, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Let's just have a quickie sex," he said quietly.
"I'm sorry, love, but it's final; you'll have to wait until after our wedding," Denise says as she lightly kisses him on the lips.
"OK fine," Mike said as he pouted his lips and exited the room, making Denise laugh.
"Okay fine since today is your lucky day, I'll be sucking those balls today.."
~
Mike tenses up, his eyes glazing over with love, and Denise grinned wildly as he managed to grab a large chunk of hair and gently yanked it, taking care not to hurt her.
She quickly removed his belt and unbuttoned his pants. She looked up at Mike, but he had his head back, his eyes closed, and his teeth pressed against his bottom lip as he bit it. Denise grinned as she yanked her trophy from his boxer shorts.
She then kissed his pointy pink head softly, and he breathed steeply, making her smirk. His legs shook in surprise as her mouth enclosed around his rod. "Ahhh, f*ck," he grunted quietly, almost inaudibly and sexily.
She sucked on different parts of his body with his pet and kissed him softly. Just for show.
"Hell! ahhhh f*ck ahhhh! Denise!" he yelled tenderly, "I don't want playtime right now, sweetheart."
"I know love," she said with a mouthful, and he moaned again, his fingers madly running through his hair as he looked down at her. He breathed deeply as she widened her mouth to cater more.
She used her hand to seal around the rest of his d*ck after her gag reflex started kicking in. She was on fire, but he needed it quick.
So she started speeding up and trying to suck on him, his grip on her hair tightening and pulling her closer as she gagged wide-eyed.
"Damn, I want to f*ck you, your mouth is just so hell," he said as she sucked his throat.
"I want to be inside you right now, sweetie," he said, shaking his legs.
"Well, you are technical," Denise reasoned.
"Not at all."
He didn't last long, grunting loudly and rolling his hips with each thrust. Denise kept sucking, making him curse for a century as he spilled everything in her, and she happily swallowed everything.