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The chapel was abuzz with the murmurs of excited guests, the air thick with anticipation. John stood at the altar, his heart pounding in his chest, not just from the gravity of the moment but from the filthy thoughts racing through his mind. Monika, his bride-to-be, was somewhere nearby, her presence an electric current that made every nerve in his body tingle.

John and Monika had always been a perfect match, their insatiable appetites for each other a testament to their compatibility. They were the type of couple who couldn't keep their hands off each other, even in public, their heated glances promising unspeakable pleasures. Today, they were about to make their union official, but not before fulfilling a fantasy that had been burning in John's mind.

As the wedding planner bustled about, ensuring every detail was perfect, John excused himself, citing last-minute nerves. He made his way to Monika's dressing room, his pulse quickening with each step. He found her standing before a mirror, the sight of her in her white gown taking his breath away. The dress clung to her curves, hinting at the luscious body beneath, a body he knew every inch of.

"John!" Monika gasped, her eyes wide with surprise. "You can't see me before the ceremony!"

John closed the door behind him, his gaze locked onto hers in the reflection. "I need you, Monika. I can't walk down that aisle without knowing you're mine, completely."

Monika's initial shock gave way to a wicked smile. "What did you have in mind?"

John approached her, his hands sliding around her waist, pulling her against him. He could feel the heat of her body through the fabric, the warmth of her skin a siren call to his baser instincts. "I want you to walk down that aisle with my cum inside you," he growled, his voice low and husky.