Tan lines from the wedding ring digging into soft hips. That bridal veil tangled in sweat-damp hair while he slams home like a man who knows what he wants. Dress pulled halfway up, stockings still on one leg—thighs shaking as she takes it deeper. Asshole stretched wide, nails scoring his back because damn, this is better than their first kiss. Flips her onto her back mid-thrust, knees hooked over his shoulders—pussy dripping down his balls by the time he cums inside her with that satisfied groan only an experienced bride could pull off. Cum smeared on her chin, mascara running rivers down those cheeks that’ve seen plenty of orgasms already.