He hooked an arm around my ass and pulled me in, then grabbed both cheeks and lifted until I had to kneel on the bench they were sharing. Vasya tore a condom wrapper, rolled it down his cock, and at the same time pushed on my hips, lowering me until the head of his dick pressed between my legs. God. This is the thing I wanted to save for my wedding night. What the hell am I supposed to tell a husband later? "Please don't. My mom will kill me if she finds out I lost it before I got married. Please." It was already too late. They were too hard to let me walk away. Vasya rubbed his cock along my lips a few times, then set the head against my entrance. I figured I'd rather do it myself than have him shove. I braced my hands on his shoulders and started sinking down slow. When he hit my hymen I stopped. I squeezed my eyes shut and dropped all the way onto him in one motion. Pain tore through me almost at once.