I stood in the bridal suite staring at my reflection in the full length mirror. My white wedding gown hugged every curve of my body, the lace bodice pushing my full C cup breasts up high and the satin skirt flaring out around my hips.
Today was supposed to be the day I married David. We had been together for three years and he was a good man. But our s*x life had always been vanilla and lately I had been craving something wilder. Something filthy. Something that would leave me sore and dripping for days. I had not planned for this to happen but when the groomsmen started texting me last night about coming by the suite to check on me before the ceremony I felt a rush of heat between my legs that would not go away.
A soft knock sounded on the door and my p***y clenched instantly.
"Come in
