Wedding Stress

Ryan's losing her shit. Wedding's in weeks, crap piling up, and that dream dress? Yeah, it's gonna ghost her. Fiancé? Nowhere in sight. BFF Tara swoops in to chill her out, but Danika drops a filthy tip over the phone—calm Ryan the dirty way. Tara slides in, hands on Ryan's shoulders, kneading deep and slow, slipping in jabs about what a lazy bum her guy's turning out to be. Ryan melts fast under those magic fingers. Clothes hit the floor quick, Ryan sprawled naked on the couch, her bushy pussy wide open. Tara's fingertips creep closer, teasing the heat. Ryan's mind flickers—wait, what the hell? But then Tara's soft lips dive in, whispering and sucking, pulling her under. Resistance? Gone. Ryan's hooked on her bestie's touch. Wonder how she'll spin this to the future hubby.