Lovers' Last Time

Wedding night eve. Lasirena69 stands before the mirror in her big white dress, smoothing the fabric over her hips and turning side to side like she can’t get enough of the view. Sofi’s on the bed, chin on her hand, eyes soft. She admits out loud she hopes one day that’ll be her, all glowing and kissed and gorgeous. Lasirena69 laughs, sincere but cocky. “Babe, it will be. People are going to trip over themselves for you.” Sofi gets a little glassy-eyed, squeezes her hand. They sit in that sweet squeeze until Lasirena69’s thumb drags across her knuckles, slow, deliberate. Their eyes meet and Sofi doesn’t quite get it until the bride-to-be’s tongue slides along her lower lip—pure bedroom stare. Sofi’s face goes hot. “We’re really gonna…?” Lasirena69 pulls her in, mouth hot, greedy. “Last night. Ring goes on tomorrow, but right now I’m choosing you.” She’s already clawing fabric aside, dress hitched to her waist, panties halfway down. Sofi shoves the bra straps from Lasirena69’s shoulders and they drop onto the mattress tangled, flushed, slick. Fingers circle pussies already aching, thighs shake, cunt-grinding loud and eager. Mouths sloppy, hips pumping, every gasp says they’re taking every filthy second they’ve got before lights-out on this chapter. Sofi’s not closing the book. Her future’s wide open and wet and coming fast.