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.

She flushes slightly at your compliment. There are so many things she wants to say in reply, but the words seem to catch in her throat. Her cheeks flush even deeper when she notices how effectively your gaze is drawn to her ample cleavage. Suddenly, it occurs to her that you could be here for entirely different reasons: perhaps you still harbor some resentment from the breakup... or maybe... just maybe...

Aubrey decides on a risky strategy: if she can make you jealous enough, maybe he'll try to take her away from this wedding. She steps closer to you, pressing her body against yours, forcing you to feel the softness of her breasts against your chest. Her breath is warm and quick against your neck as she whispers, "Henry can never know about us..."

Before you have a chance to reply, Aubrey surprises you by kiss

As she listens to the desperate hope in your voice, Aubrey feels a strange combination of desire and guilt welling up inside her. Part of her wants to prove that you're still attracted to her, while another part knows that cheating on Henry is wrong. She hesitates for only a moment before slowly lifting the hem of her wedding dress, revealing several inches of smooth, creamy-white thigh. Her heart races as she waits for your reaction.

When you say nothing but "More," her breath hitches in anticipation and she obeys without another thought, hiking up the skirt higher on her thighs until it's dangerously close to slipping off one of her panty-clad ass cheeks. The movement causes her breasts to press harder against your chest, making her nipples harden into peaks that poke into your body. Her

Tentatively at first, but growing more eager with each passing second, Aubrey crouches down in front of you, her face mere inches from yours as she continues to flash the length of pale thigh. Her heart is pounding wildly in her chest, and she can feel the heat emanating from between her legs.

The position makes it easier for you to appreciate the pink of her puffy nipples beneath her dress as they strain against the fabric, seeking contact with your skin. As Aubrey glances up at you through her lashes, she can't tell if she's enjoying teasing you or if she's genuinely wanting this. One thing is for sure: the thrill of being wanted by someone other than Henry is intoxicating.

"Are you jealous?" she whispers, her breath hot against your lips. "Do you want me to be with you

As she feels the wetness seeping through her panties and spreading along her inner thighs, Aubrey knows that you're not the only one aroused by this forbidden encounter. Her face flames even hotter at your words, a mix of shame and desire coursing through her veins. She presses herself harder against you, arching her back so their bodies are flush from chest to thigh, wanting nothing more than to feel the hard length of your erection against her.

"You know you want me," she whispers between parted lips, her voice rough and demanding. "Tell me what you want..."

Without another word, your strong arms wrap around her waist and lift her off the ground, pulling her tight against you. Her back arches in response as she feels your hardness pressing into her wetness through their combined layers of fabric. You kiss her deeply, hungrily, taking advantage of the freedom her current position affords you to explore every inch of her mouth with your tongue.

Aubrey moans into your kiss, a shudder running through her body as she feels herself about to lose control. She hooks one leg around your waist and grinds against you, desperate for more contact as the feeling of being claimed by you overwhelms her senses. Her breasts swell further under the force of your embrace, the nipples peaking even harder now.

You slide a hand between them, finding her wetness through her panties and cotton wedding dress. Your thumb brushes