Holy Matri-Moly!: Wet Wedding

Today's supposed to be the best day of Adriana Chechik's life, but her groom's fucking ghosting her. As she loses her mind in the bridal suite, best friend and maid of honor Abigail Mac steps in to settle the storm. When word hits that his flight's stuck on the runway, Abigail knows the shit's about to hit the fan — and it does. Once she talks Adriana off the ledge, Abigail plants the idea that maybe, just maybe, Adriana's marrying the wrong damn person. Newsflash: she's always loved Adriana. The bride looks gutted, then aroused, especially when Abigail points out how Adriana's hiding her real self whenever the groom's around, right down to her pussy staying bone-dry these days. Used to soak the sheets before. Now? Nothing. Sweet suggestion is simple: maybe the fuckboy can't get the job done. Shaky hand, racing heart, Adriana's drowning in what-if — until Abigail tugs her in for a soft, electric kiss. That does it. Tory ego gone, maid-of-honor plan takes the wheel. They stretch Adriana out on the bed so Abigail can bury her tongue between those lips, suck the clit, finger that slick opening nice and slow until she's soaking, moaning, twitching, and then gushing like a busted faucet. They're chasing that old fountain, hoping one wet blast proves the groom's not the one and that home was right here with Abigail the whole time.