A Bridesmaid's Duty

Casey Calvert's wedding is breathing down her neck, just weeks out, and she's straight-up unraveling. Endless crap to handle, clock ticking like a bomb—if it's not flawless, boom, total catastrophe. As Casey's about to snap, her ride-or-die bestie and bridesmaid Chloe Cherry steps in, easing her with a hands-on massage. 'Chill out, babe,' Chloe coos, working those tense knots, urging Casey to ditch the bridal freakout and let the stress melt away. But hey, Chloe's preaching relaxation while Casey's unloading her soul—talk about a plot twist. Casey spills it: she's a hot mess because doubts are creeping in. She's been glued to her groom since high school days, never once sampling the wild side with anyone else. Damn, she craves some real experimentation. Her ultimate kink? A steamy threesome with another chick thrown in. Problem is, her fiancé probably wouldn't touch that with a ten-foot pole. Chloe's eyes widen at the confession, but then a devilish spark hits her mid-massage. Fingers sliding south, she teases Casey's pussy, voice dripping mischief. Can't swing a full threesome on the fly, but why not let us girls get dirty? It'll shave off that razor-edge anxiety, and hell, a bridesmaid's oath is to serve the bride any way she damn well needs. Casey's all hesitant at first, biting her lip, but curiosity wins—or maybe it's that aching need to unwind. Wedding what? She surrenders fast as Chloe buries her face between those thighs, tongue lashing Casey's pussy with wicked precision, zapping stress lick by filthy lick. Sure, a fresh wave of heat builds now, the good kind—Chloe's on a mission, pulling out every trick to deliver that sweet, overdue release. Think it'll carry Casey down the aisle without cracking? Game on.