Holy Matri-Moly: Baited Bride

April O’Neil stands in her bridal suite, veil down, eyes shut, nerves sparking through her. She texts her bride-to-be for a quick fix. Whitney Wright reads the message and smiles, then worries about the bad luck rule. A veil-over-face loophole saves the plan. Bella Rolland arrives first, sees the text, and the chance is too good. She slips inside, quiet on her feet, lifts April’s dress, and works her with practiced fingers. April moans without looking, thinking it’s Whitney. Whitney appears moments later and catches them. The secret’s out. Bella grins and suggests they strip off the gowns to dodge bad luck, then tangle together until the jitters are gone. April and Whitney share a glance, then nod. The three of them peel satin away, hands everywhere, big tits brushing, mouths open and wet. Fingers slide in and out, slow then urgent, until the wedding jitters dissolve into sweat and short breaths.