She was supposed to be watching the wedding. Instead, she cornered him in a room full of flowers and secrets. Thick thighs gripping his waist as he lifts her onto that velvet couch—no warning, just need. Tits bouncing free while she rides him like a woman who knows exactly what she wants after thirty years of practice. The bed scene? A masterclass in dirty talk and sloppy facials—her mascara runs rivers down her cheeks by the end.