The ceremony was already weird before Jason showed up. Melissa and Charlie stood there in white dresses, rings ready, officiant AWOL. Then this random priest waltzed in like he owned the place. Saved, right? Wrong. Five minutes later he's spitting bile about how two brides don't count as a real marriage. Melissa's face drops. Charlie looks ready to deck him. Instead he grins, the sick bastard, and says he'll sign the paper if they fuck him first. Silence. Then Melissa turns to Charlie with that desperate half-smile you give when the Uber cancels at 3 a.m. Charlie swears, calls him every name in the book, but the paperwork's sitting right there and the clock's ticking. So they do it. Clothes come off fast, piercings glinting under the chapel lights. Melissa's big tits bounce while she climbs on top of him; Charlie keeps her sneer even as she spreads her legs. They trade places, trade spit, trade whatever dignity they walked in with. Jason grunts like he's doing them a favor. By the time he signs the license, the ink on the paper feels dirtier than anything that just happened on the altar.
The ceremony was already weird before Jason showed up. Melissa and Charlie stood there in white dresses, rings ready, officiant AWOL. Then this random priest waltzed in like he owned the place. Saved, right? Wrong. Five minutes later he's spitting bile about how two brides don't count as a real marriage. Melissa's face drops. Charlie looks ready to deck him. Instead he grins, the sick bastard, and says he'll sign the paper if they fuck him first. Silence. Then Melissa turns to Charlie with that desperate half-smile you give when the Uber cancels at 3 a.m. Charlie swears, calls him every name in the book, but the paperwork's sitting right there and the clock's ticking. So they do it. Clothes come off fast, piercings glinting under the chapel lights. Melissa's big tits bounce while she climbs on top of him; Charlie keeps her sneer even as she spreads her legs. They trade places, trade spit, trade whatever dignity they walked in with. Jason grunts like he's doing them a favor. By the time he signs the license, the ink on the paper feels dirtier than anything that just happened on the altar.
