The dressing room was a soothing volcano of heat and forbidden desire, the faint hum of wedding music barely audible through the walls.
Sara lay sprawled on the plush white couch, her bridal gown pushed up high on her stomach, the delicate white fabric crumpled and out of place.
Her pussy glistened with a light sheen of sweat, her chest rising and falling as I leaned over her naker vagina, my hands gripping her thighs.
I lowered my mouth to her pussy, my lips brushing against her slick folds with a soft *slurp*. "Umm…" I murmured, tasting her skin, the sweetness and heat of her pulling me in deeper.
"Ahh… so good… yeahh…" Sara moaned, her voice raw and unrestrained, her hands clutching the couch cushions, fingers digging into the soft velvet.
Her body arched slightly, urging me closer, her dark hair splayed across the cushion, the tiara still perched precariously on her head.
