Rachel's Husband Claims Her At the Wedding Reception
Your Dad and I are going to fuck your mother's ghost out of your system tonight.
The warm summer sun began to set, casting a soft, golden glow over the well-manicured lawns of the country club. Rachel, the bride with the blond hair that fell in gentle waves to her mid-back, walked gracefully in her white, off-the-shoulder dress. The lacy fabric ended at her mid-calf, teasing the slightest hint of the toned legs beneath, and her three-inch white stilettos clicked rhythmically on the cobblestone path le...
