Forbidden Wedding Cheat: Sexy Bride Una Fairy Gets Naughty Fucked Before 'I Do'

The satin of the wedding dress felt foreign against Una's skin. Nerves, she told herself. But the anticipation churning in her stomach wasn't solely bridal jitters. It was a different kind of hunger. She glanced at the text from Michael, her soon-to-be ex-lover for the day, and a thrill shot through her.

"Meet me. Field behind the chapel. Now."

She found him waiting, alongside another man, Michael Fly, leaning against a beat-up pickup truck. His eyes devoured her as she approached, the wind teasing strands of her blonde hair. This was it, the final rebellion before a lifetime of… well, boredom. A shudder ran down her spine. This wasn't just sex; it was defiance.

"You look… breathtaking," Michael whispered, pulling her close. He didn't bother with foreplay. The air crackled with unspoken urgency. She wanted to feel him, to forget the promise she was about to make, to taste the sweet nectar of being the runaway bride.

He kissed her hard, his tongue a demanding invader. He grabbed her ass roughly, pushing her against the car. The other man, a muscular stranger she'd only met moments ago, watched, his gaze intense. A wave of heat washed over her, a potent mix of shame and exhilaration. Wedding cheat. The label was both terrifying and titillating.

Michael’s hands fumbled with the zipper of her dress, exposing her lace bra and stockings. She moaned softly, the sound lost in the wind. He plunged his fingers between her legs, finding her wet and ready. Hard fuck was exactly what she was craving.

The stranger stepped forward, his eyes locked on hers. He began to stroke her exposed thigh, his touch sending shivers down her spine. This threesome FFM was exactly what she needed.

What she didn't realize was her fiancee was also lurking behind, watching in the back. If he discovered the bride during this cheating session, things would get extremely weird.

The guilt and anticipation were almost too much to handle. The ultimate public display of sin. Then the camera started filming, but caught cheating seemed irrelevant now.

She gave herself over to the moment, her inhibitions dissolving into the warm summer air. This wasn't a mistake; it was an act of liberation. A final, glorious moment of freedom before she walked down the aisle.