Gal Ritchie stands in her slip, hands shaking, when Maddie Wren steps in like she always does. Maddie’s fingers go straight to Gal’s bare shoulders, rubbing out the knots until the bride’s breath slows. Then Maddie kneels, slips off the shoes, and starts working the feet and calves. The touch turns warmer, slower, and Gal feels heat climb her thighs. She looks down, bites her lip, and tells Maddie exactly what would help more. Maddie hesitates, then shrugs with a grin, ready to do whatever her best friend needs on this day. Gal tugs her down, mouths meeting, tongues tasting. Clothes fall in soft piles. Gal’s natural tits press against Maddie’s as they climb onto the couch. Gal parts her hairy lips, and Maddie’s fingers slide in, curling, stroking until Gal gasps. They flip into 69, Gal’s brunette hair brushing Maddie’s stomach while her tongue laps and Maddie’s fingers keep working deep. The bride moans into her maid of honor, nerves gone, every lick and thrust pulling her closer to the edge.
Gal Ritchie stands in her slip, hands shaking, when Maddie Wren steps in like she always does. Maddie’s fingers go straight to Gal’s bare shoulders, rubbing out the knots until the bride’s breath slows. Then Maddie kneels, slips off the shoes, and starts working the feet and calves. The touch turns warmer, slower, and Gal feels heat climb her thighs. She looks down, bites her lip, and tells Maddie exactly what would help more. Maddie hesitates, then shrugs with a grin, ready to do whatever her best friend needs on this day. Gal tugs her down, mouths meeting, tongues tasting. Clothes fall in soft piles. Gal’s natural tits press against Maddie’s as they climb onto the couch. Gal parts her hairy lips, and Maddie’s fingers slide in, curling, stroking until Gal gasps. They flip into 69, Gal’s brunette hair brushing Maddie’s stomach while her tongue laps and Maddie’s fingers keep working deep. The bride moans into her maid of honor, nerves gone, every lick and thrust pulling her closer to the edge.
