Almost Caught with the Bride

Kenna sits in a robe while Valentina works on her makeup, perched at the edge of the bed in nothing but a skimpy bra and panties. The bride-to-be sighs, says she might be making a mistake. Valentina tells her she’s fine. Kenna’s still got somebody on her mind, though, and she trails a slow finger up Valentina’s bare thigh. Valentina says they’ll visit each other in Italy, just like before—without the extra-curriculars, since Kenna’s husband won’t go for that. Not her husband yet, Kenna reminds her, cupping one of those full tits through the lace. Valentina tries to steer things back to work and has Kenna stand so she can fuss with the dress. Kenna keeps talking: she wants one last taste of Valentina before she’s tied down. Valentina shakes her head, but Kenna flashes her smooth little pussy under the lifted dress and the brunette gives in. Their kiss is barely started when the door swings open. Kenna’s fiancé walks in; Valentina yelps, pushes Kenna away and shoos him out. The second he’s gone, Kenna tackles Valentina to the mattress. She peels off that red bra and dives onto those stiff pink nipples. Valentina keeps glancing at the door, but her protests turn to breathy moans when Kenna shoves the pink panties aside and drags her tongue over her soaked clit. The pressure builds fast; Valentina’s thighs start shaking, and just when she’s ready to scream, the groom knocks again. Kenna’s mouth stays buried between her legs, so Valentina gasps out that everything’s fine. He leaves, and Valentina finally lets go, coming hard against Kenna’s greedy tongue. They’re still tangled on the bed, flushed and panting, when the sound of footsteps outside reminds them they could get busted again any second.