Brother's Best Woman

Riley cannot believe her brother asked her to be best man, but the bachelor party is a mystery she cannot solve. She turns to Alina, the bride. They meet to talk logistics. Alina is calm, even amused, ready to let the groom have all the dancers he wants. The idea makes Riley’s pulse climb; she watches Alina’s lips shape every word. Then Alina mentions strippers at her own bachelorette, and the look she gives Riley is unmistakable. They drift closer on the couch. A hand brushes a bare thigh. Another lingers at a wrist. Alina spreads her legs without hesitation, and Riley sinks between them. She presses her mouth to Alina’s warm, dark-haired cunt and tastes her slowly at first, then deeper, tongue flicking against slick folds. Alina’s natural breasts rise and fall as Riley slides two fingers inside, curling them until Alina gasps. The scent of her—clean sweat and need—fills Riley’s head. Alina pulls her up, kisses the shine from her lips, then guides Riley onto her back. She straddles Riley’s face and lowers her pussy again, grinding with a slow roll of hips while Riley’s tongue works harder. Every moan vibrates through Alina’s body until she shudders and comes, thighs trembling around Riley’s ears. Riley follows moments later, fingers buried inside herself as Alina watches, both of them slick and spent, already planning the next secret hour they can steal.