Holy Matri-Moly!: Wet Wedding

It's supposed to be Adriana Chechik's big day, but the groom has vanished. Abigail Mac, her maid of honor and best friend, tries to calm the panic. When word arrives that the groom's flight is delayed, Abigail knows the news will land like a slap. Adriana unravels anyway. Once she's breathing again, Abigail leans in and says what she's been holding back: maybe the delayed groom is a sign. Then she confesses the truth—she's always loved Adriana. The bride-to-be freezes. Abigail pushes further, reminding her how Adriana used to gush for her fingers and tongue, how her fiancé has never managed it. That spark—is it gone, or just buried under the wrong man? Adriana's head spins. Abigail keeps talking, steady, promising that if the maid of honor's job is to help, she'll help now: one deep kiss, followed by a slow, relentless exploration between Adriana's thighs. Fingertips part slick folds, a tongue circles, dips, laps. Hands grip sheets, breath hitches, hips rock, and the wet sound of need grows louder with each stroke. Whether Adriana finds her answer in the flood Abigail coaxes from her remains to be seen.