The dressing room was a world of its own, the faint hum of wedding music from the hall outside barely a whisper compared to the raw heat between us. Sara's naked smooth body moved against mine, her hips rocking on my dick as I gripped her ass beneath the crumpled white fabric of her bridal gown.
"Ohh fuck yeahh…" I groaned, my fingers digging into her soft curves, guiding her ass as she rode my cock on the plush velvet couch, its cushions sinking under our weight.
"Ahh… Ezra…" Sara gasped, her voice thick with pleasure. She pushed against my shoulders, and before I could react, she tipped us backward, my back hitting the couch with a soft thud.
She straddled me, her thighs gripping my hips as she leaned down, kissing me with a fierce, hungry edge.
"Ehehe…" she giggled against my lips, the sound light and teasing, a stark contrast to the intensity of her body pressed against mine.
