Not Before The Wedding!

Scarlett Sage and Kristen Scott are tying the knot tomorrow, so they have agreed to sleep apart tonight. Still, Scarlett wants to see her bride, and she makes the video call with that hungry need already sitting low in her belly. Kristen is nowhere on screen. Her shy voice comes from somewhere beyond the frame, half apology and half joke about wedding superstition. Scarlett laughs, smooth and low. “Babe, it’s just pixels. Get over here.” After some coaxing, Kristen steps into view wearing one of Scarlett’s dress shirts and little else. Her nipples are tight under thin cotton, and her eyes flick everywhere except the camera. Scarlett meets that shyness with heat. She lets her fingers trail beneath her own tank top, cupping one breast, thumb rolling over the peak until it stands proud. Her voice drops. “Tomorrow night, the second they say wife, I’m going to peel you open on that hotel bed and taste every inch.” Kristen blushes deeper, but her hand slides between her thighs, rubbing slow circles over lace panties that are already dark. Scarlett watches the damp spot grow. “Show me,” she murmurs. Kristen hooks the fabric aside, two fingers gliding through slick folds, then sinks them inside with a soft gasp. The two women mirror each other—Scarlett pressing three fingers into her own cunt in one smooth thrust, Kristen fucking herself in time, both chasing the edge while the screen between them glows like a promise. Their breathing syncs. Wet sounds crackle through the speakers. Tomorrow waits, pristine and white. Tonight they grind out the first shared secret of married life, gasping each other’s names into the empty air.