EROTICA • LESBIAN • CHEATING
The Naughty Bridesmaid
While helping the bride get ready, my lust takes over and I make a move.
“You look so good,” I said, watching Mandy staring at herself in the full-length mirror.
“Thanks, honey. I can’t believe I’m getting married in a few hours!” Mandy exclaimed. “And best of all, you’ll be right there with me, Naomi.”
“You could have made me the maid of honour, you know,” I said.
“I know, but I didn’t want the other girls to feel out. You know how they are. Plus, you know that secretly you’re my maid of honour anyway,” Mandy winked.
“Let’s get you out of that dress and hang it up. Freshen up before it’s time,” I said.
I helped Mandy out of the dress and hung it in the corner of the suite. I struggled to keep my eyes off her perfect body. She was wearing a white lacy bra, and her tight white panties hugged her round ass cheeks.
“Do you have your honeymoon lingerie ready?” I asked.
Mandy turned around, her veil still hanging behind her shoulders. My heart skipped a beat as I watched her breasts bounce. The white panties outlined her lips, and I noticed a faint groove by her slit.
“Yeah, all packed for our island getaway. I can’t wait!”
“I’m going to miss you,” I said.
She walked over to me and hugged me, her chest pressing against mine. I could feel my heart racing again. I hoped that she couldn’t feel the rapid beating against hers.
Without thinking, I moved my hands down her back and grabbed her ass cheeks, feeling the hem of her panties in my palms. Mandy didn’t react at all. My heart was thundering in my chest as I released my grip on her bum.
I moved my hand between her legs and felt her pussy lips, pressing my finger into the groove I saw earlier. Mandy’s body tensed as I cupped her mound, feeling the heat from her cunt.
She didn’t say a word. And I didn’t know whether to continue or to pretend like I got carried away and apologise.
I gasped as she squeezed her hand in through the top of my skirt and into my panties. She used her index and ring fingers to pry my swollen lips apart before plunging her middle finger into my tight opening.
“Ah!” I whimpered.
There was no turning back now. Mandy was into it, and my body was buzzing too much for me to stop now.
I followed suit, slipping my hand into the top of her panties. Her pussy was smooth and tight, her wetness growing by the second. I moved my finger between her folds, feeling her clitoris, thick and sensitive. I rubbed it softly, eliciting a loud moan from her red lips.
Mandy inserted a second finger into my pussy before gripping the bottom of my earlobe with her teeth. Her palm slapped against my mound as she started fingering me more vigorously. I slipped two fingers into her dripping cunt. A moment later, the only sound in the room was our rapid breathing and moaning, and the wet sounds of vicious fingering.
“Ah, shit,” I whimpered.
Mandy bit down on my earlobe as her body started shaking. Her pussy throbbed and gripped my fingers. At the same time, I could feel an intense spasm between my legs. We both exclaimed, our entwined bodies surging with an orgasmic rush.
We both gushed, soaking our hands and panties.
I pulled away from her, my body still quivering, my hand soaking wet. She looked at me, slightly alarmed at what had happened.
“Never tell anybody,” she whispered.
I nodded.
“To the grave.”
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