Cold Feet Gets Hot Lesbian Heat

Izzy Bell hired Makayla Cox to plan her wedding, but they both knew 'nothing extravagant' was bullshit. Before they started, Izzy stepped away. When she didn't come back, Makayla went looking and found her crying on the living room couch. Wedding stress had cracked her open. Turns out Izzy had been choking down her need for pussy, and Makayla smelled it on her immediately. She grabbed Izzy's face and kissed her hard—hungry, mean, taking what Izzy had been pretending she didn't want. Izzy melted fast, legs spreading like she'd been waiting for this exact push. Makayla shoved her down, yanked her panties aside, and buried her tongue deep in that soaked cunt, licking and sucking until Izzy's thighs shook around her head. Then she spun Izzy over, spread her ass, and ran her tongue around that tight hole in slow, filthy circles while Izzy whimpered and pushed back for more. They moved to the floor, bodies slamming together, cunts grinding in slick, desperate friction until both of them came—loud, shaking, wrung out. Izzy stopped worrying about flowers and guests. She was already thinking about the next time Makayla would wreck her again.