Holy Matri-Moly!: Wedding Plan-demonium

Jade and Lena sit across from Gia, trying to pick flowers and guest lists while the wedding planner starts sending looks that mean trouble. Her fingers brush Lena’s knee. They shouldn’t. They both know it. Then those same fingers disappear under Jade’s skirt and her breath hitches. No words about it—just heat, wetness, the sound of tongues working against skin while the other one pretends not to notice. Every stolen lick or slow suck turns shame into need. When they finally face the vows, the truth rips out: each girl cheated. With her. Gia shrugs, shirt half-open. Relax, she says. Turn it into a three-way and none of it counts. The ring on Jade’s finger feels heavier as she watches Lena’s nipples harden. They’ve talked about it before—one girl, two mouths, shared moans on hotel sheets. Clothes hit the floor fast. Hands everywhere. Tongues sliding over clits. Wet thighs wrapped around each other. By the time they come—loud, raw, shaking—Lena’s already whispering filthy plans for the honeymoon.