Gal's got the pre-ceremony jitters bad enough to shake a bottle of champagne. Maddie Wren, bestie and licensed knead-master, steps in with magic fingers. First she works Gal's shoulders till they drop two inches. Then she drops to her knees, slips off the satin slippers, and starts rubbing those cold, nervous feet like she's tuning a piano. Gal's sighs get a little filthy, and the next thing Maddie knows, Gal's whispering that a full release would really take the edge off. Maddie glances at the door, blushes, then shrugs. Best friend duties before wedding duties, right? She slides her hands higher, finds the damp center of Gal's white lace panties, and thinks: if a quickie will keep the bride from bolting, she'll give it gladly.
Gal's got the pre-ceremony jitters bad enough to shake a bottle of champagne. Maddie Wren, bestie and licensed knead-master, steps in with magic fingers. First she works Gal's shoulders till they drop two inches. Then she drops to her knees, slips off the satin slippers, and starts rubbing those cold, nervous feet like she's tuning a piano. Gal's sighs get a little filthy, and the next thing Maddie knows, Gal's whispering that a full release would really take the edge off. Maddie glances at the door, blushes, then shrugs. Best friend duties before wedding duties, right? She slides her hands higher, finds the damp center of Gal's white lace panties, and thinks: if a quickie will keep the bride from bolting, she'll give it gladly.
