Sierra leaned against the creaky motel dresser, arms crossed, her sharp gaze pinning Colin like a butterfly. "Listen, love, your cousin's wedding is a family circus, and I'm not letting some flaky maid of honor ruin it. You in a dress for one weekend? It's hilarious and saves face. Besides, that Ethan—tall, brooding, groom's best friend—has been undressing you with his eyes since the rehearsal dinner. Witty banter at the bar? He called your fake eyelashes 'dangerously distracting.' Go on, play along."
Colin adjusted the borrowed bridesmaid gown, cheeks flushing. "Sierra, this was supposed to be a joke. I'm straight, married, and now I'm dodging small-town stares while you push me toward some guy? What if he wants more than witty banter?"
"More is exactly what we need to spice this up," Sierra shot back, stepping closer with a wicked grin. "I'm not submissive to tradition or boredom. If Ethan's pursuing, and you're curious, why not? I call the shots here—strong enough to share the fun."
Ethan knocked, slipping inside with a sly smile. "Sierra, Colin. The party's dying downstairs. My room's got better views... and privacy. Care to join? No pressure, but that dress on you, Colin, is criminal."
Sierra laughed, sharp and commanding. "See? He's direct. Let's go, boys."
In Ethan's dimly lit room, the air thickened. Sierra perched on the bed, directing like a queen. "Strip, both of you. Colin, on your knees—show him what that mouth can do." Ethan shed his shirt, cock already hard and throbbing. Colin hesitated, then knelt, lips wrapping around Ethan's length for a slow, teasing blowjob. "Fuck, that's good," Ethan groaned, hands in Colin's hair.
Sierra's voice cut through, husky. "Deeper. Make him pant." She hiked her skirt, fingers sliding over her own wet pussy, dripping with arousal as she watched, horny and unyielding. Ethan thrust gently, cock slick, while Colin grew hard himself, ass clenching in anticipation.
"Turn around," Sierra ordered. Ethan prepped Colin, sliding into his ass with a groan. They moved together, sweating, panting, bodies slamming in rhythm. "Yes—harder!" Colin gasped as Ethan pounded, the bed creaking. Sierra rubbed faster, her pussy clenching as she came with a sharp cry. Ethan followed, cock pulsing, cum spilling deep as Colin came too, ropes hitting the floor.
The room echoed with heavy breaths, the explosive heat lingering like a secret promise.
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