Evie’s barely got her robe on when Colin shows up at her door, smirk already in place. He claims he’s got dirt on the groom that could flip the whole wedding on its head. He won’t spill unless she swears the friendship survives after the dust settles, and when her promise isn’t enough he ups the stakes—friends with benefits, right now. Evie doesn’t blink. She drops the robe, drops to her knees, and swallows him like she’s sealing a deal. Colin bends her over the vanity, grips her hips hard, and fucks her deep and steady, the slap of skin echoing through the room. He pins her wrists, pounds her until she’s soaking the rug and biting her own arm to stay quiet. She rides him next, tits bouncing, grinding down until he’s grunting her name. They fuck like they’re racing the clock—sweaty, greedy, no romance, just raw release. Evie comes first, clenching around him until he follows, pumping thick inside her with a low, filthy groan. He stays buried while they catch their breath, both knowing the real question isn’t if they’ll stay friends, but whether the secret was worth the price.
Evie’s barely got her robe on when Colin shows up at her door, smirk already in place. He claims he’s got dirt on the groom that could flip the whole wedding on its head. He won’t spill unless she swears the friendship survives after the dust settles, and when her promise isn’t enough he ups the stakes—friends with benefits, right now. Evie doesn’t blink. She drops the robe, drops to her knees, and swallows him like she’s sealing a deal. Colin bends her over the vanity, grips her hips hard, and fucks her deep and steady, the slap of skin echoing through the room. He pins her wrists, pounds her until she’s soaking the rug and biting her own arm to stay quiet. She rides him next, tits bouncing, grinding down until he’s grunting her name. They fuck like they’re racing the clock—sweaty, greedy, no romance, just raw release. Evie comes first, clenching around him until he follows, pumping thick inside her with a low, filthy groan. He stays buried while they catch their breath, both knowing the real question isn’t if they’ll stay friends, but whether the secret was worth the price.
