"Satsuki!"
Miss Satsuki Fujisawa looked up to see her cousin, Hiroki, hurrying across the room towards her, a concerned look on his face. For a moment a coy smile played across Satsuki's face, visible only for an instant before it was replaced with a look of polite sympathy.
"Hiro!" she greeted her cousin warmly, straightening the appropriately formal dress she wore, and pretending not to notice the worry on Hiroki's face: "That was such a lovely ceremony! You two must be so happy!"
"Actually, that's what I wanted to speak to you about." Hiroki muttered, glancing around the room before continuing, the anxiety audible in his voice: "Have you seen Claire anywhere? I can't seem to find her."
Satsuki cocked her head as if surprised, but she couldn't help but narrow her eyes, nor stop the corners of her mouth from twitching. She was thoroughly enjoying the deception almost as much as she was enjoying watching her meek, insecure cousin sweat in his tuxedo.
"What, the bride has disappeared?" asked Satsuki, feigning innocence. She knew exactly where Claire was, but she had no intention of telling Hiroki yet.
"The last time I saw her, she was talking to you." Hiro explained, furrowing his brow. "It's our reception. I don't understand where she could have gone."
"Well, I wouldn't know anything about that~" Satsuki lied, shifting in her chair. She risked a glance down, and smiled at what she saw.
Unbeknownst to Hiroki, his bride, Claire, was currently on her knees between Satsuki's legs, with his cousin's long, fat futa dick forced down her newlywed throat. The bride was still dressed in her silken wedding gown as she deepthroated Satsuki—her white lace dress was hiked up around her waist, slick drool running down her chin. It had been a matter of simplicity for Satsuki to seduce the bride—one look at the girl's thick, veiny member had been enough for Claire to drop to her knees. Hiroki, the hapless groom, was none the wiser to the fact his newlywed wife was slurping greedily on his cousin's futanari shaft beneath the table at that very moment.
"Unless..." Satsuki offered smugly, putting a hand on the back of Claire's head beneath the table and forcing her meat deeper down the bride's gullet.
"Unless what?" asked Hiroki.
"Well, perhaps the bride ran out of patience with your tiny prick." suggested Satsuki casually, sliding her engorged cock further down Claire's wet and willing throat beneath the table.
"She... what?" Hiroki stammered, taken aback by Satsuki's candor. "That's... no, Claire wouldn't do that to me... would she?"
"She might be giving her bridal kiss to someone's bigger cock by now." Satsuki teased, her features shifting into a smug grin.