Page 350 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
I caught her before she fell into it.
Tanner and Rob started laughing so hard.
“Best. Prank. Ever,” said Rob between his fit of laughter. “She really thought you guys cut her stripper’s dick off!”
“Yeah she did!” Tanner raised his hand.
Rob high fived him.
Chastity hit both of them. “Don’t joke about destroying something so precious! It’s sacrilegious.”
Rob just laughed even harder. “I can’t believe Daphne had to miss it. But she said the kids would be scarred or whatever.”
Oh.So that’s why Daphne ran out with all the children. I laughed. That had probably been a good call.
A server wheeled out another cake.
A stripper popped out of it. But he was oddly short for a stripper. A short king if you will. He seemed like a very strange choice....
Oh my.The stripper tore his tuxedo pants off and started swinging his dick around. It was almost as big as Tanner’s. And he did have excellent helicopter technique. I totally got it now.
The short king stripper danced up on Chastity and she was totally loving it. Then he dipped his cock in the cake and danced over to Brooklyn.
Matt calmly picked him up, walked across the dance floor, and dropped him into a trashcan. Then he dragged the trashcan out of the ballroom.
Chastity frowned. “Well, that was short lived.”
I laughed. Short lived. Because he was short king.
The servers wheeled out a third cake for us. And third time was a charm. There were no strippers harmed in this final cake cutting.
Before Tanner had a chance, I grabbed a handful of cake and smooshed it in his face.
He blinked at me, totally surprised.
Oops.Did old men not know about cake smooshing at their weddings?
He wiped it out of his eyes. And then he grabbed a piece. I thought he was going to retaliate, but instead he just fed me sweetly.
I still touched my cheeks though. Did I somehow still have food on my face? It kind of felt like I did. Food on my face was one of my greatest fears. I kept patting my face. I didn’t want to ruin my beautiful makeup.
“Don’t worry,” whispered Tanner. “You don’t have anything on your face. I want to keep your makeup in perfect condition. So I can absolutely destroy it later.”
I laughed. “Yes please.”
He fed me another piece.
It was delicious. The only thing better than this wedding cake was chocolate chip cookies. His chocolate chip cookies. His cum. I was talking about his chocolate chip cookie cum.
I excused myself to the restroom to clean up, even though Tanner promised I had nothing on my face. When I walked into the restroom, Kristen was on her knees licking cake off the stripper’s cock.
Oh my God, poor Ocelot.
She was really going to town on the stripper.
Wait.I remembered Ocelot’s reaction to Kristen banging Ato on the Ferris wheel. It was all good.
“Oh, uh…sorry,” I said. “Didn’t mean to interrupt. I’m just gonna scoot by you real quick…” I tried to get past the stripper’s naked ass to get to one of the sinks.
