You weren’t supposed to see this. Through the half-open door of the bridal suite, you catch a glimpse—bride in lace panties with mascara already smudged from crying out. He pins her against the mirror first, fingers teasing her slit while she gasps like it’s forbidden (because it is). Then he flips her onto the bed and slams—no foreplay left now, just raw fucking with wedding rings clinking against skin. She bites down on a pillow to keep quiet as he grinds into her hard enough to shake the headboard. By the time his cum floods inside her for real? The veil’s torn off too—and neither of them cares.
