Holy Matri-Moly!: Scheming Bridesmaids

Lily's dress fits like she wants boys staring extra-long at the bar. Three hot friends in half-done lace back her up. Karina tugs at Lily's zipper real quick but Ivy's already elbow-deep trying to drag her to the fitting mirror. Octavia sneaks the restroom stall while she's searching for earrings. When the three notice the runaround, the room turns catty fast. Lily laughs at the little war. "Screw paperwork," she says, adjusting the veil so it sits crooked on her crown. "Y'all pick who gives the best head. Best pussy. And best fuck after." The air flips. Silk is yanked to the floor in crisp skips; thighs snap open, one pair on each side. Lily lies back, skirt around her waist, soaking in knuckle-deep enthusiasm; moans slice between kisses, and every tongue works to pull louder bragging rights into the small back room.