Chapter 137: Special Wedding Night in Dressing Room (R-18)
The grand hall thrummed with anticipation, a soft glow from the chandeliers bathing the crowd in golden light. Guests sipped their drinks, murmuring excitedly as they waited for the stage to come alive with the bride’s entrance. The music had shifted to a lively tune, and the announcer’s playful Q&A with Daniel, the groom, kept the mood festive, but a ripple of curiosity passed through the room.
Sara’s absence stretched on, and whispers of "Where is she?" began to weave through the crowd. Aeri, standing near the center in her shimmering light blue dress, felt a growing unease. For too long for Ezra and Sara to be gone. Her brow furrowed, worry tightening her chest.
"It’s been too long," Aeri muttered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the hall. She glanced at the dim hallway where Ezra had disappeared to meet Sara, her heart thudding with a mix of concern and suspicion.
Taking a deep breath, she made up her mind. "I’m checking on them," she whispered to herself, smoothing her dress and stepping forward. Her heels clicked sharply against the marble floor—*tap, tap, tap*—as she moved quickly through the crowd, her pace determined, her eyes fixed on the hallway’s shadowed entrance.
Inside the bride’s dressing room, a different scene unfolded, one of raw, reckless passion. The air was thick with the scent of Sara’s floral perfume and the musky heat of our entangled bodies.
The plush white velvet couch creaked beneath us as we lay naked on our sides, my chest pressed against Sara’s back, her naked skin hot and slick against mine. Her wedding gown lay crumpled on the floor, a forgotten heap of white lace, as I fucked her from behind, my dick buried deep in her pussy.
"Ahh... ahh... yeahh..." Sara moaned, her voice breaking with each thrust, her body arching to take my cock deeper. Her dark hair spilled over her shoulder, wild and tangled, and her hands clutched the couch cushions, fingers digging into the soft fabric.
"Arghh... fuck..." I groaned, my lips smooching the curve of her neck, tasting the salt of her skin.
One hand lifted her leg, holding it high to open her legs up, while the other squeezed her full both boobs, my fingers kneading the soft mounds, keeping her steady against me. Her body jolted with each thrust, her back pressing tighter to my chest, the rhythm of our bodies relentless.