Charlotte has been waiting for this moment her entire life.

Downstairs the guests are gathering, but here in the bridal suite she’s feeling alone… and horny. She could never understand the girls who saved themselves for marriage — a modern woman needs to know what she’s getting in a man, after all — and Charlotte knows that tonight she’s in for some very hot lovemaking.

She longs to feel David’s hands against her flesh, but it’s bad luck for the groom to see his bride before the wedding, so she decides to take matters into her own hands.

Thinking of how naughty she’s about to be makes Charlotte giggle — though she never imagined her last fling as a single woman would be with herself. Lifting the long skirt of her gown around her waist and steadying herself against the sofa, Charlotte gets comfortable.

She runs her hands up her silky white stockings, pausing to adjust them around her alabaster thighs. She’s excited by her own caresses, and can feel her nipples growing into hard little points atop her bare breasts. Charlotte parts her fragrant petals and begins to pleasure herself, slowly at first and then with fervor. She’s as turned on as she’s ever been, and plenty wet too. Dipping her fingers inside her honeypot, Charlotte finds her sensitive G spot and treats herself to a soft massage.

Already her clit is erect and poking out from its pink hood, begging to be rubbed. She thinks of David wistfully. If he were with her now, he’d surely have his head between her legs and his tongue in her pussy. If she tries hard enough, she can almost feel his touch.

A gift from her bachelorette party comes in handy sooner than she’d expected. Charlotte had planned on surprising David with the milky-white wand on their honeymoon, but she needs its assistance now. She sucks on the dildo until it’s lubed up just right, then teases herself by inserting just the tip. The hard shaft feels so good, she’s aching for more.

Charlotte brings forth another toy and digs a little deeper. She plunges the acrylic wand in and out of her slippery pussy until she’s ready to come, then backs off. “Not yet,” she tells herself. She fingers her clit and sets her folds afire, then quickly slides a warm dildo into her back door. The intense pressure in her bottom is driving her crazy with lust, and in seconds she’s crying out in heavenly rapture.

In the distance she can hear the band striking up the first chords of “Here Comes the Bride,” and Charlotte laughs out loud, for this bride has already come.

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