I shivered at the sensation of something hot and wet pressed against my center. I woke up when my sensitive c1lt was flicked, my hips lifting off the bed as my pvssy lips were sucked. I moaned again in pleasure, slowly opening my eyes. My brows furrowed as my gaze roamed around the unfamiliar room. Then I realized we were in a hotel suite here in Florida. We had arrived just yesterday at a hotel resort, and today was the day Emir would marry his American fiancée.
Honestly, I didn’t have a problem with my ex-husband getting married again. We received an invitation to attend, with all expenses covered. Brittany insisted that I attend the wedding, and I believe we developed a bond despite having only spent a few days together beforehand. We stayed in contact through the internet, and she wou
