Here Comes the Bride: Part Two

Abigail and Natasha are waiting, minutes on them, when Vanessa calls, all starry-eyed from the reception. Abigail hatches it quick. She'll play the frantic bride about to snap. Natasha backs the act. Vanessa walks into their trap wanting to help, scared for her brother’s heart. Abigail starts ranting: nerves shot, wedding stalled, she can’t breathe under the weight. Vanessa begs, says she’ll do anything if it keeps her brother from getting crushed. That’s all Abigail needs. Now she’s steering. They coax Vanessa down to rub Abigail’s lower back, then her ass, slow and steady, the skin hot under thin fabric. Abigail demands more. Her tits next, heavy and aching, and those inner thighs close enough to feel the heat rolling off. Vanessa freezes, draws the line, says no. Abigail turns the screw: massage or the wedding dies, her brother ruined, all because Vanessa couldn’t do one little favor for the bride. Choice sits there heavy—put her hands on Abigail or walk away and break everything.