All Girl Massage Update - Runaway Bride

Whitney stepped into the room and froze. A full wedding dress spilled across the massage table. Casey sat there in the white satin, veil still pinned to her hair, looking cornered. She tried to smile, but her fingers knotted the lace in her lap. Whitney broke the silence first. "Want to get out of that thing?" Casey hesitated, then reached behind her. The zipper whispered down her spine. The bodice loosened. She slid the silk off like peeling back a second skin, naked at last. Her skin flushed pink wherever the material had clung. Whitney started at her shoulders, palms gliding slow and heavy, coaxing tight muscle into warm submission. Between strokes she spoke soft, almost offhand. "You’re shaking. Got cold feet?" Casey exhaled. The story poured out—afraid to walk down the aisle, terrified of claiming something she’d never tasted. Never been with a woman. Never knew if that itch was real. Whitney’s hands slipped lower, knuckles brushing the curve of Casey’s hip. "Then you’ve picked the right table." She trailed one fingertip along the crease of Casey’s thigh, waited for permission in the way Casey’s hips tipped toward her. When the nod came, Whitney climbed onto the table, settling between Casey’s thighs with deliberate grace. She opened Casey slowly with her tongue, savoring the sharp, sweet taste, using every flick and swirl she knew. Casey’s fingers tangled in the sheet. Her wedding dress lay discarded on the floor; her mouth fell open, quiet, obscene sounds spilling out. When Casey started to beg, Whitney slid up and pressed their slick cunts together, grinding in a steady, rolling rhythm. Each thrust dragged swollen clits against each other, heat slick and blinding. The table creaked beneath them, sheets twisting into ropes. Whitney kept the pace merciless, forcing Casey right to the brink until her whole body locked and shook, waves of wet, raw pleasure racing through her. After, Casey lay glassy-eyed, fingers tracing the skin Whitney had just worn raw. She wasn’t late to the chapel. She just wasn’t sure she still wanted to go.