Masseuse Of Honour

Gal Ritchie sits there sweating bullets in her wedding dress, heart pounding like she's about to run out the back door. Maddie Wren catches the vibe and slides in like the savior she is. A pro with her hands, she starts working Gal's shoulders hard, digging in until some of that tension cracks. Then she drops lower—peels off those heels and goes after Gal's feet and calves with deep, slow strokes that melt her down to the bone. But fuck, the way those fingers work her tight muscles flips a switch. Gal's breathing heavier, legs parting just enough. She looks at Maddie with that cocky little smirk and straight up says they should fuck right there, right now, to get her really loose for the ceremony. Maddie hesitates—best friend's wedding and all—but damn it, she loves Gal too much to say no. If a quick, nasty session will make this day unforgettable for her girl, she'll dive in face first and make it count.