Oliver couldn't believe he was back at another fucking wedding. The last one resulted in a drunken hookup that left him feeling empty. He watched as the bride and groom exchanged vows, trying to stifle his yawn. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his thigh, inching up higher with each passing moment.
"Hey, cut that shit out," he whispered, trying to push the sneaky hand away.
"Come on, don't be such a fucking prude," whispered Lilith, his second cousin's wife's younger sister. She was always up for a good time, but this was a bit much even for her.
"Relax, it's just a little fun," she purred, her hand now dangerously close to his cock.
Oliver was surprised to find himself getting aroused despite his better judgement. Lilith had always been a bit of a wild card, and he had heard rumors about her being into some kinky stuff. But he never imagined he'd be the one getting caught up in her web.
"You're fucking twisted," he moaned, secretly hoping she wouldn't stop.
"I know," she grinned, her free hand moving to unbuckle his belt.
Suddenly, the wedding planner walked up to them, interrupting their illicit moment. They both jumped, adrenaline pumping through their veins.
"What the hell are you doing? Get out of here before someone sees you!" she hissed, shooing them away.