Coat Check

Madison Morgan slips into an empty bedroom at some wedding bash to catch a breather, perching on the edge of the bed without crushing the pile of coats dumped there. A minute later Whitney Wright sneaks in too, maybe for the same reason. Spotting Madison, she freezes, but the brunette just shoots her a grin and waves her closer. They’ve never laid eyes on each other, yet two minutes of bitching about true-love fairy tales later they’re already finishing each other’s sentences. Bottom line: love’s overrated and life’s too short, so why waste it on rings? Eye contact shifts to something hotter, equal parts horny dare and pure lust. Within seconds hands replace talk; Whit yanks down Madison’s panties and bends her across the soft coat mountain while fingers slide between slick folds. They fuck like they might never see another orgasm, Whitney licking every trace of wetness off Madison’s ass cheeks, coats shoved between thighs for grip. A sudden knock jolts them—quick thinking, they both snatch a light jacket and start dripping ice-water from the minibar bottle all over every fabric they can reach, pretending they just rescued the pile from a busted sprinkler.