Lesbian Bridal Stories #01

Wedding presents litter the hotel bed. Sydni stands there in a tailored suit that feels suddenly too tight, and Puma's dress clings to curves begging to be freed. They waste no time. Jackets drop to the floor. Rose petals scatter under bare thighs. Sydni wears thigh-high stockings under her slacks and nothing else, her body already slick with want for her wife. They kiss like women who plan to fuck each other in love for decades. Puma pops the bubbly; champagne spills down her cleavage. Strawberries find their way between parted lips and between slick folds. Fingers trace hips. Tongues follow. They tumble onto the bed, clothing abandoned, nothing between them but skin and heat and years ahead.