For Better or Worse

Emma Rose and Emma Magnolia finally said I do, rings barely warm on their fingers, and now they're home for the smallest reception in history: one guest, September Reign. They trade a quick kiss. Emma Magnolia drops to her knees and tugs the garter down Emma Rose's thigh. Emma Rose hoists her leg, helping, and that short motion makes her cock swing free between her thighs, right in September's sightline. She smirks, can't help it. The newlyweds head for their bedroom like it's already written. September stays behind, wine glass in hand, pupils blown wide. She stares at the doorway like it's magnetic, then laughs at herself because, screw it, she follows. She steps in, catches Emma Rose solo while the other Emma's in the bathroom, grabs her by the shirt, and kisses her like they've got rent to pay. September tips Emma Rose onto the sheets, shoves her skirt up, and takes her cock down her throat. The girl on her back groans, ankles curling. The bathroom door opens. Emma Magnolia stands there, takes one long look at her wife's cock halfway down their friend's throat, and starts smiling. Her dress hits the floor, heels click forward, and just like that the night's turned into a three-person problem nobody wants to solve. They'll work it out the messy way.