A Very Cherry Wedding

Cherry Torn thinks she’s got her old hunger locked away for good. Her bridesmaids know better. One last toast before the vows, and the heat between them snaps back to life. They slam their shots, grab Cherry by the veil, and haul her down the back stairs into the alley. Hands rip satin, rope bites skin. Cherry ends up on her knees in the dirt, dress shredded, tits exposed, while the girls take turns—flogger cracking across her ass, fingers shoved deep in her cunt, sharp clamps biting her nipples. One girl plants her full weight on Cherry’s face, smothering her with ass while the others hold her legs open. Cherry licks and sucks, desperate for the taste she swore she’d quit. They spread her wider, stuff her pussy and ass at the same time, make her gag on toes and arches until she’s drooling. When they’re done she’s left twitching in torn lingerie, come leaking down her thighs, the white veil still crooked on her head. Her man will find the mess soon enough.