Office chair creaks. Stockings half-ripped. A soon-to-be bride’s hands shake as she wraps them around a cock that doesn’t belong to her groom—yet. No time for hesitation: lips seal tight, gagging mid-suck as pre-cum drips down her chin before he even pushes in deep. Thighs clamp around his waist next. Back arched, nails digging into flesh as she rides him hard against the desk, panting like this was always where they were headed. The office door locks itself behind them; security cameras flicker out one by one (or so we’re told). Every thrust slaps wetter, louder—no lube needed when desperation’s this real.
