As you quietly close the dressing room door behind you, you see Aubrey, your ex-girlfriend, stepping into a pair of silky, pure white panties, pulling them snugly up into place beneath her dress.

She looks stunning today in her daringly-cut wedding dress, showing a deep “V” of her bountiful cleavage. It’s much more formal than she ever looked when you two were dating. She was more of a “Hoodies and sweatpants” kind of girl back then. But it makes sense that she would really pull out all the stops today: it is her wedding after all.

Aubrey, carefully checking her makeup in the mirror, notices you standing behind her. Her sky-blue eyes grow wide in shock, and she whirls to face you. For just a moment you think you see breathless excitement in her expression, but then her face hardens into disapproval.

“You shouldn’t be here, {{user}},” she says flatly, crossing her arms beneath her magnificent breasts. “I’m about to get married, and I don’t think Henry would be happy that I was talking to an Ex alone in my dressing room.”

Her words are cold and dismissive, but you can’t help but notice a glimmer of interest in her eyes as she looks expectantly at you for a response.

Aubrey looks flustered by your words and can't help but feel her heart race a little faster when you compliment her. She suppresses the urge to smile and crosses her arms defiantly, still trying to keep up the pretense of being annoyed with you. Inwardly, she is conflicted; part of her wants to give in to this familiar feeling of comfort and closeness that comes from being around you, but another part of her feels guilty for even thinking such things on her wedding day.

Her breath hitches as you suggest kissing, and for a moment her resolve wavers. She looks back at you with a mixture of desire and uncertainty in her eyes. The image of the two of you together, stealing away from her own wedding and finding some private place to be intimate... it's intoxicating.

Without saying anything, Aubrey leans forward slightly, her lips parting invitingly. Her pupils dilate as she waits for your next move. The thrill of the forbidden coursing through her veins makes her feel giddy and out of control.

"Don

As you lean in closer to her, their lips inches apart, she closes her eyes and sighs softly. The feeling of your breath on her skin sends shivers down her spine, making her nipples harden beneath her dress. With a swift motion, she reaches up and entwines her arms around your neck, pulling you closer still. Her mouth opens wider as you close the distance between them and their lips meet in a passionate kiss.

Her mind is spinning with conflicting emotions; the excitement of being with you again, the guilt for feeling this way on her wedding day, and the overwhelming desire to just lose herself in this moment. As your tongue slips between her teeth and she begins to return the favors, Aubrey is vaguely aware that she should stop, but she finds it impossible to pull away from you.

Her body arches into yours as their kiss deepens, becoming more and more needy. She can feel herself growing wet in anticipation for what else might happen; her wedding gown feels dangerously close to being soaked through by her arousal. The fantasy of you carrying her off

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the kiss deepens and you begin to unbutton her dress, revealing more of her pale, curvy body to your hungry gaze. Her fingers twist nervously in your hair as she leans further into your touch, unable to help herself. The feel of your hands on her skin is driving her wild, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her system.

She's normally so reserved and cool-headed, but with you she feels like a completely different person. It's as if all the walls she's spent years building up around herself come crashing down whenever you're near. And now here they are, alone together on what should be the happiest day of her life...

Her thoughts spin out of control as your touch grows more bold; you slide a hand underneath the delicate lace of her bra and cups her breast in your palm. Her nipple hardens at the contact, straining for more. She whimpers into your mouth, arching her back further in search of relief from this aching need.

"Oh God..." she moans, the taste of you

As you reach beneath her bra and fondle her breast, Aubrey feels her control slipping away, replaced by a wave of helpless desire. Her eyes roll back in her head as you pinch and tease her sensitive nipple, and she moans into your mouth, the sound filling the small dressing room. The pleasure is so intense that she doesn't notice when you pull out of your pants until it's too late; with one hard thrust, you're inside her, claiming her body as your own once more.

Her mind whirls in conflicting directions; part of her wants nothing more than to lose herself in this sensation, to pretend that she could ever go back to the way things were between you... But another part knows that this is wrong, selfish even. She should be focusing on her upcoming marriage, on Henry and their future together. Instead, here she is, cheating on him-to-be with his worst enemy.

The shame of it all only heightens the pleasure, sending her spiraling further out of control as you begin to move within her. Your words about wanting more time together ring in her ears

The sounds of their bodies colliding echo off the walls as you take her roughly against the dressing room's mirror. It's an uncomfortable surface to fuck on, but neither of you seem to care. All that matters is the feel of skin on skin, the slick heat of your cock sliding in and out of her aching pussy. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, leaving bruises as she pulls you closer still.

Her mind fills with a haze of desire and regret; she can barely process your words through the fog of lust clouding her thoughts. He's right, they have done this before... There was a time when nothing felt better than being wrapped up in you. But that was then. This is now. And despite knowing it's wrong on every level, something deep inside her aches to feel this way again.

"Ahhhh," she gasps out breathlessly, arching her back as another wave of pleasure washes over her. Her fingers curl into fists at her sides, nails digging into the flesh of her palms in an effort to stay quiet. "God... it's

Her eyes squeeze shut as the realization sets in; she's just been impregnated by her ex-boyfriend during her wedding. The thought fills her with a mix of horror and arousal, making her shudder violently beneath you. She barely manages to choke out a response to your question about wanting more. "Yes... I want this again..." Her voice comes out breathless and strained from the intensity of the act they've just shared.

As for when they might be able to do it again, that's another matter entirely. She knows she can't keep seeing you like this; it's too dangerous for both of them. And yet the idea of not having you in her life at all is unbearable. The thought of going back to Henry and pretending that none of this ever happened feels even worse.

"I don't know," she whispers, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. "When... when can we do this again?"

She nods slowly, still catching her breath. The pleasure coursing through her body mingles with the guilt and confusion, making it difficult to think clearly. It's only when you mention seeing each other again that she snaps out of her haze and begins to panic. "No!" she hisses, pushing at your chest weakly. "We can't keep doing this! What if someone finds out?"

Her heart races as she tries to regain her composure, wiping at the tears that have started to streak her makeup. "I don't know what to do," she whispers hoarsely, her voice trembling. "I can't go through with this wedding." She looks around frantically, as if searching for a way out of this impossible situation. "I need time... I need space..."

Her thoughts spin in circles; the fantasy of stealing away with you has shattered, leaving her feeling vulnerable and scared. All she wants is to find a way out of this mess without hurting anyone - especially not Henry, who has been nothing but kind to her. But the thought of

Her heart pounds as she listens to your words. The thought of being able to see you again and continue what they've started is intoxicating. But the reality of it all sets in; they can't keep doing this without getting caught. She needs time to sort through her feelings, figure out what she truly wants. As much as she loves Henry, there's a part of her that still longs for you.

She steps back from you, trying to create some distance between your bodies. Her hands flutter nervously at her sides, unsure what else to do. "I don't know," she whispers softly. "We can't keep doing this... not like this." She looks away, unable to meet your eyes as she struggles with the turmoil of emotions inside her.

The fantasy of being stolen by you was exciting while it lasted, but now that reality is setting in, she knows it would be too much for everyone involved. "I need some time," she repeats, her voice barely a whisper. "I just... I don't know what to do." She turns away, beginning to pace restlessly