She was on her knees tugging at his belt with a grin that made his knees weak. Her wedding dress bunching up around her feet.

“Mmm, I love your cock,” she murmured around him. “God, I love being married.”

He groaned, hand in her hair, thrusting back into her face until he exploded, his white seed spattering her white dress before she came to her senses. 

The congregation stared, open-mouthed, some horrified, some delighted.

Great Aunt Bess fainted. Uncle Matt Applauded. 

“On second thought,” the bride said, standing, smoothing her dress, “perhaps we should’ve waited until we left the church.”