Reunion Blowjob at the Wedding

The moment I spotted her across the crowded reception hall, my cock twitched like it remembered her before my brain did. Lena. My old classmate from senior year, the quiet girl who used to sit two rows behind me and laugh at my stupid jokes. Now she was all curves in a tight emerald dress that hugged her hips and pushed her full tits up like an offering. The air between us crackled with ten years of unfinished business as our eyes locked. Her lips parted, and that same sly smile hit me like a shot of whiskey.

"Hey, stranger," she said, sliding up to the bar where I was nursing a beer. Her voice was huskier now, like she'd spent years practicing dirty talk in the dark. "Didn't think I'd see your face at Mike's wedding. You clean up nice."

"Lena fucking Thompson," I replied, letting my gaze drop to her mouth. Those plump, painted lips had starred in more than a few of my late-night fantasies back then. "You look... dangerous. That dress is doing illegal things to my concentration."

She laughed, low and throaty, stepping closer so her perfume—something sweet and spicy—wrapped around me. We chatted about the ceremony, about how Mike finally tied the knot, but the words were just cover. Her fingers brushed my arm, and I felt the heat roll straight to my groin.

"Remember that party senior year?" she whispered, leaning in until her breath tickled my ear. "When you dared me to kiss you behind the garage? I always wondered what else we could've done if we weren't so chickenshit."

My dick hardened instantly. The wedding band played some slow song, but all I could hear was the blood rushing in my ears. "You still chicken, Lena?"

Her eyes darkened with lust. "Not anymore."

We slipped away before the cake was even cut, ducking into the dimly lit hallway that led to the venue's private lounge. The door clicked shut behind us. She pushed me against the wall, her hands already working my belt with practiced hunger.

"I want your cock in my mouth," she said bluntly, dropping to her knees on the plush carpet. No teasing, no games. Her fingers freed me, and my thick dick sprang out, veins pulsing, head already leaking precum. "Fuck, it's bigger than I imagined. Look at this fat cock."

She didn't wait. Her hot, wet mouth engulfed me in one smooth slide, lips stretching wide around my girth. The wet suction was immediate and filthy. I groaned, threading my fingers through her dark hair as she bobbed forward, taking me deeper until I hit the back of her throat.

"Shit, Lena... just like that. Suck it. Fucking suck my cock."

She moaned around me, the vibration shooting pleasure up my spine. Her tongue swirled under the head, lapping at the precum like it was candy. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, making obscene slurping sounds that echoed in the small room. She pulled back, gasping, strings of spit connecting her lips to my glistening shaft.

"You like mouth-fucking your old classmate at a wedding?" she panted, eyes watering but sparkling with mischief. "Tell me. Say it while I choke on this dick."

I gripped her head tighter, guiding her back down. "Yeah, I love stuffing your pretty face with my cock. Take it all, you dirty slut. Deepthroat me."

She did. Relaxing her throat, she pushed forward until her nose pressed against my trimmed pubes. Her gag reflex kicked in, a tight, wet convulsion that milked my length perfectly. Tears smudged her mascara, but she held there, humming, eyes locked on mine. The heat, the slick pressure, the way her throat fluttered around me—it was pure heaven.

I started thrusting then, gentle at first, then harder. True mouth fucking. My hips snapped forward, balls slapping her chin with each plunge. She took it like a champ, gurgling and moaning, her hands gripping my thighs for balance. Spit ran down her neck, soaking the top of her dress between her heaving tits.

"Fuck yes... your mouth is so tight. Gonna cum down your throat if you keep that up."

She pulled off just enough to speak, voice raspy and wrecked. "Do it. Fill my mouth with your hot cum. I want to taste you while everyone's dancing out there."

That pushed me over. I fucked her face faster, short, brutal strokes that made her cheeks bulge. Her tongue never stopped working me. The pressure built fast, balls tightening.

"Here it comes—swallow every drop, Lena!"

I erupted with a guttural groan, thick ropes of cum jetting straight into her throat. She swallowed greedily, not missing a beat, milking me with her lips until I was spent and trembling. A little cum dribbled from the corner of her mouth as she finally pulled off, licking her lips clean with a satisfied smirk.

"Still the best kiss I ever got," she whispered, standing up on shaky legs. I pulled her close, tasting myself on her tongue as we kissed deep and messy.

We straightened our clothes, shared one more filthy grin, and slipped back into the reception like nothing happened. But every time our eyes met across the dance floor for the rest of the night, I knew we'd be finding another quiet corner before the reception ended.