Welcome back.

Jenna’s head throbs as consciousness returns in fragments—soft hotel sheets beneath her, the familiar lace of her wedding dress bunched and sticky against her skin, wrists and ankles locked in heavy cuffs that rattle with every weak struggle. Her eyes flutter open to the sight of Rachel, her fiancé’s venomous ex, straddling her chest with a wicked grin, already naked and glistening. “Welcome back, bride,” Rachel purrs, sliding forward until her slick heat hovers just above Jenna’s lips. “Your perfect day just got a lot messier.” Without warning, Rachel lowers herself fully, smothering Jenna’s mouth and nose in wet warmth, thighs clamping tight as muffled screams vibrate straight into her clit. Jenna’s body jerks instinctively, torn between suffocation panic and the humiliating rush of heat building low in her belly—her pussy already betraying her, clenching around nothing as Rachel grinds slow and deliberate. “Scream and cream for me,” Rachel taunts, fingers digging into Jenna’s hair to hold her in place. “Or fight harder… I like it when they fight.”