Last Night Of Freedom

Cory Chase, Silvia Saige, and Becky Bandini are throwing Rachael Cavalli one hell of a last hurrah before she walks down the aisle. Last friend in their crew to tie the knot, so no half-assed send-off will do. They ordered a fireman stripper for the full effect, but Cory just checked her phone and the guy's a no-show. The mood sours for a second until Cory grins, drops her phone, and heads straight for the blushing bride-to-be. She grabs Rachael by the hips, fingers sliding over skin like she's already unwrapping the main event. Fuck the hired guy—they'll handle the show themselves. Everyone’s on board in two seconds flat. They line up, drop their dresses, get hands everywhere at once. By the time bras and panties hit the floor it's all tongues and fingers, bodies stacked, pussies getting licked and fingered like they're racing the clock. No one's holding back and everyone's wet enough to slide right over whoever's next. Rachael may be getting married tomorrow, but tonight she's getting everything she won't admit she wants, and her friends are making damn sure she remembers it.