Liam pressed his cock deep into Liza, the cruise's best chef, whose meals had been the best along the two weeks of the cruise.
Her skilled hands braced against the wall as he drove into her from behind, her chef's whites long discarded.
He stepped back, breathing hard, and looked down the long red carpet that stretched the length of the grand hall.
Over two hundred women stood in a double line, half to his right, half to his left, naked or nearly so, every one of them already marked by him in the days leading up to this moment.
Their bodies gleamed under the soft lights, breasts heavy, hips wide, pussies still slick from earlier use. Liam had quickly inserted his cock into every single woman.
The girls had organized this absurd red carpet with all the females on the cruise, and at the far end, every one of his brides waited on an elevated stage, all of them wearing different sexy wedding dresses.
