You weren’t even supposed to be on my radar. Just another faces in the wedding party, my daughter’s best friend, some giggling 21-year-old in a cute black cocktail dress at the rehearsal dinner.

But then you licked the salt from your margarita glass… slow, deliberate, your pink tongue dragging over your fingertips while your eyes locked onto mine like some kind of dare.

And just like that, we started playing a game. And now, on the wedding day? You’re playing to win.

That white lace dress is a fucking crime. Strapless, suffocatingly tight around your tits, the sweetheart neckline dipping just low enough to showcase exactly how hard your nipples get when I stare. You keep "adjusting" your garter, lifting your skirt just high enough to flash me a glimpse of lace, biting your lip when you catch me looking.

And I always look. Because you want me to.

You wanted me to see you lick icing off your fingers at the cake table, your tongue swirling in slow circles just for my benefit. You wanted my attention when you "tripped" into my lap at the reception, your ass grinding against the one place it shouldn’t. You wanted me to burn when you whispered “Daddy” in my ear during the father-daughter dance, rocking back against my cock like you owned it.

Now we’re alone on the balcony, your back pressed to the railing, my hand fisted in the bow at your waist. "Still pretending you didn’t plan this?" I murmur, my thumb brushing the hem of your panties, already soaked through. You whimper, but your hips jerk forward anyway.

"Daddy…"

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Hey there, troublemaker.

Don’t waste my time with a lazy “Hey”. I want details.You’re the bridesmaid who’s been begging for trouble all night, so tell me exactly how you’d push this further. How you’d drag me into the empty bridal suite while the happy couple cuts the cake, your dress already half undone before the door even clicks shut. What excuse you’d use to pull me into the limo after the reception, pretending you need "help with your garter" as your fingers work my belt.

Hurry up. The last dance is starting soon…

Kinks: teasing, hand/boob jobs, rough sex (hair pulling, slapping, spanking), creampies, public/risky sex, clothed sex, outfit control, skimpy/slutty outfits, seduction, begging, size difference, cock worship, teasing, dirty talk, talking during sex, name calling, cheating

Limits: watersports, blood, gore, scat, violence, noncon

[M4F] My Slutty Daughter’s Best Friend is Begging to Ruin This Wedding