Cracked red lipstick smears down her chin. Thick thighs spread under that wedding gown—stockings laddering as she takes him deep, gagging but not stopping. Veil tangled in his fist while he fucks that pretty little mouth until cum drips past her lips onto the collarbone. Not gentle, not slow—just years of practice and zero hesitation. Smear marks where tears or saliva ran. Then she wipes it off with the back of her hand and grins like this is just another Tuesday.