Somebody’s wedding day just got ruined—literally. She’s all dressed up in that damn white gown, bouncing around like she owns the place while he watches from the shadows. The couch? Perfect. No time to even take it off her properly before his hands are gripping those thighs wide open. Ass planted right at the edge, legs shaking from how hard he slams into her—no slow build, just raw, desperate fucking. Her tits bouncing with every stroke, moans muffled by his mouth or swallowed by the cushions as she tries (and fails) to keep quiet. That pearl necklace glinting under fluorescent lights while sweat drips down her spine.
