Holy Matri-Moly! Mothers Of The Bride

Silvia Saige and Serene Siren are married. They're fussing over the final details on their daughter's wedding day. They trade compliments and hungry looks. Silvia says she needs to look perfect when she walks their girl down the aisle and hands her over. Serene stops. She thought that job was hers. They both stake the claim. The polite squabble turns vicious fast. Jealousy boils over. They rip at each other's dresses until silk hangs in shreds. Naked, they still lunge for the same prize. Instead of backing down, they crash together. Mouths lock, tongues push deep, fingers grab and knead breasts, hips grind hard. Every greedy touch slides lower. Tongues meet skin slick with sweat. Serene moans into Silvia's mouth while Silvia's hand parts her wife's thighs and sinks two fingers knuckle-deep. They fuck standing, desperate, thrusting, biting shoulders, nails dragging down backs. Neither breaks the kiss long enough to speak. They just keep going, sweating, panting, slick cunts rubbing together until both of them shake through orgasms that soak their thighs. When they finally pull apart, lipstick smeared, bodies flushed, they both know nothing's settled. They'll still fight for the right to walk their daughter down that aisle—even if it means clawing each other raw and finishing the job drenched in each other's cum.