My Steamy Story: Im Jana, wedding day of my best friend B...

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Okay, so let me spill the tea, bestie. I’m Jana, and it’s my bestie Biggi’s wedding day, period. The party was iconic, but her new hubby was wasted, so I drove them home. He passed out cold in the car, so Biggi and I had to yeet his ass onto their couch. I was feeling extra, so I joked, “Bet I can carry you to bed since he can’t.” I lifted her up, all princess-style, but we totally collapsed onto the mattress, me on top of her, our faces like inches apart. I whispered, “Sorry,” and she goes, “Not sorry,” with this look. Then she was like, “Help me get this dress off?” But first, she grabs this boujee champagne and takes a sip, and the whole vibe was just… spicy.

My hands were shaking as I undid the tiny buttons on her wedding dress. Her skin was so soft, and she smelled like vanilla and champagne—it was driving me wild. I heard this little moan escape her lips as the dress slid down her shoulders, and OMG, she was stunning in her lace lingerie. I low-key said, “What a shame, you don’t get laid in that outfit,” trying to play it cool. But then she pulled me down, her mouth crashing into mine, and whispered, “Who said I can’t get laid now?” Sheesh.

Next thing I know, my hands are all over her tits, and I’m kissing my way down her stomach. I tugged her panties aside and went down on her, my tongue circling her clit while she arched into me, moaning my name. She was so wet, and I slid two fingers inside her pussy, curling them just right. Then she flipped me over, ripping my panties off, and rode my face until I was dripping. We ended up fucking hard, her grinding on my thigh while I fingered her, both of us shaking and screaming into the pillows. No cap, bestie, that was the glow-up of the century.