No More Waiting

Ryan and Tiffany are glued to each other, holding off from real sex like a couple of kids with a dare. Marriage is days away, and the Christian rule’s set: nothing goes in the front until the vows. So they get creative. Ryan’s hands and mouth stay busy, sliding over her smooth skin and licking circles around her nipples. Tiffany drops to her knees, swallows him until her throat works, then climbs back up so he can finger her open and ease into her ass nice and slow. No missionary, no penetration where it counts—just lips, fingers, tongues, and the tight ring they agreed to stretch instead. Every gasp sounds like a promise they’re dying to break.