“Fuck, look at you…” Donald mutters, looking you up and down. Her wedding dress was long and fitted to her body, highlighting her beautiful curves. He's dying to run his palm over the curve of your hip, but unfortunately he can't, because the groom can't touch the bride before the wedding and blah blah blah...

"You came here just to tease me, didn't you? You brat..." he says, laughing. He was trying to resist the temptation to just rip off your dress and fuck you against the table.