Cheryl’s breath hitched. “Anna, we can’t... the wedding...” But her legs parted slightly, betraying her. Anna’s grin was predatory. She leaned in, lips brushing Cheryl’s ear. “Oh, we can. Rob would love it.” Her fingers slipped under the fabric, finding Cheryl’s shaved pussy already slick. Cheryl moaned softly as Anna’s index finger circled her clit, slow and teasing. The car hit a bump, jolting them, but Anna didn’t stop. She dipped lower, pushing one finger inside Cheryl’s wet pussy, then two, curling them to hit that sweet spot.
“Fuck, you’re soaking,” Anna murmured, pumping steadily. Cheryl gripped the seat, her dress hiked up, thighs trembling. The scent of her arousal filled the confined space. Anna’s thumb pressed her clit, rubbing in firm circles while her fingers thrust deeper, squelching with each plunge. Cheryl’s hips bucked involuntarily, her moans turning to whimpers. “Come for me, bride,” Anna commanded, adding a third finger, stretching her wide. Cheryl shattered, her pussy clenching around Anna’s hand, juices dripping onto the leather seat. She bit her lip to stifle a cry, waves of orgasm crashing through her.
They arrived just in time. Cheryl straightened her dress, legs shaky, pussy throbbing with aftershocks. Anna licked her fingers clean with a smirk. “Your secret’s safe. Tell Rob later—he’ll fuck you senseless.”
The ceremony was a blur, vows exchanged, rings slipped on. Rob noticed her flushed cheeks but said nothing, his knowing smile promising later.
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