Slapping flesh echoes from the garden bridge, five bridesmaids in sheer white dresses pressing close, fabrics whispering over smooth thighs and asses as they grope and tease. Who's first to drop the pretense? Inked-up leader with green streaks sheds hers, leading the pack indoors where cushions sink under tangled limbs. Blondes straddle cocks, pussies gripping tight, the slide of sweat-damp skin against hard muscle. One rides reverse, heavy cheeks spreading wide with each bounce; another kneels for deepthroat, throat bulging around shaft. Males buried deep in multiple holes, hands digging into soft hips, fabric from discarded dresses tangled in the frenzy.
