Rain thought a weekend in Vegas meant slot machines, overpriced cocktails, and maybe a risqué show or two, but after years of playing it safe-no rings, no PDA, no real intimacy, Vicki decides it’s time to make their marriage real. And by ‘real,’ she means a secret plan with a special cocktail. What follows is a decadent descent into public submission, erotic rituals, and high-femme transformation, where every blush, every moan, every trembling step in heels is another vow spoken. For Rain, it’s not just a wedding. It’s the end of pretending, and the beginning of something far more delicious.
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“Open your mouth,” she said. Rain obeyed, lips parted, eyes wide. The strap slid past his tongue. It was shiny and thick.
“That’s it,” Vicki purred, curling a hand in his hair. “Good little wife. Suck like you mean it.” He whimpered around the length, cheeks hollowing as she rocked her hips just enough to make it feel real. She leaned in, breath hot on his cheek. “You look better on your knees anyway.”
