Bride’s Last Resort goes terribly wrong [Ebony]

The woods are dense, the air thick with humidity and the scent of damp earth. A bride, her gown torn, veil askew, is cornered by a man in a fedora, his smirk as twisted as the gnarled trees around them. “They think you’re lost,” he sneers, his eyes roving over her tattered lace. She trembles, but there’s a spark in her eyes, a defiance that makes his cock stir. He grabs her roughly, fingers digging into her shoulders, and forces her to her knees. “Suck it, bitch,” he growls, unzipping his pants. Her breath hitches as he pulls out his thick, veiny cock, pre-cum glistening at the tip. She hesitates, then opens her mouth, taking him in deep, gagging slightly as he hits the back of her throat. He grunts, grabbing her hair, fucking her mouth hard. She moans around his cock, the sound muffled, her eyes watering. He pulls out suddenly, a string of saliva connecting his cock to her lips. He forces her up, turns her around, and bends her over a fallen log. Lifting her torn gown, he reveals her ass, her pussy glistening with arousal. He spits on her asshole, rubs his cock against her, and slams into her pussy, hard. She cries out, her body jerking with each thrust. He reaches around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it roughly. She bucks against him, her moans filling the air. He grunts, his pace quickening, his balls slapping against her. He pulls out, spits on her asshole again, and pushes his cock in, slow and steady. She screams, her body tensing, but he doesn’t stop. He fucks her ass, hard and deep, his grunts mixing with her cries. He reaches around, his fingers finding her pussy, rubbing it roughly. She bucks against him, her body convulsing as she comes, her juices squirting out. He grunts, his cock pulsing as he fills her ass with his cum. He pulls out, his cock glistening with her juices. He zips up his pants, his smirk still in place. “Next time, stay on the path, bride,” he says, walking away, leaving her there, her body shaking with aftermath.