Wedding Closet

Later, when asked where she was during most of her sister's wedding, Melody would say she was held up in the bathroom.

Completely true, just not the type of held up most people would think. Instead she was in one of the stalls, the wedding chef between her legs, sucking on her clit like a starving man.

He did something with his tongue that had her letting out a silent scream, his fingers breaching her, hitting her pleasure spot and never letting up. He milked her for all she was worth, lapping up her juices as she came, moaning all the while like she was the most amazing thing he had ever tasted.

Yes, she would most definitely be recommending this particular chef to anyone who would listen.