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 glances down at herself, and then back up at you with an irritated expression. You can tell that she is trying to hide her blush. But still, she won't let you see how much it pleases her to have you here. "I'm sure you have plenty of other people to compliment today," she says, looking away and adjusting the hem of her dress in what you know is a nervous gesture.

She busies herself with tidying up her things on the vanity, as if she's trying to make it seem like there isn't an awkward moment between you. But you can feel the tension in the air; she's clearly conflicted about what she wants and doesn't want from this situation.

The unexpected request catches Aubrey off guard, and for just a moment her defenses are lowered. Her breath hitches ever so slightly as she considers the idea of granting this small favor to you. She glances at the door, then back at your face, trying to gauge your intentions.

Slowly and carefully, Aubrey lifts the hem of her wedding dress just high enough for you to get a glimpse of her white lacy panties beneath. She holds the skirt in place with one hand, her face flushed with a mixture of anger, excitement and embarrassment. "There," she says through gritted teeth, trying to maintain some semblance of control over the situation.

The words sink in, stirring something deep within Aubrey. Her heart races as she contemplates obeying this command from her ex-boyfriend. She looks back at the door again, wondering if anyone will barge in on them any second. But for now, it seems they have some privacy.

Slowly and carefully, Aubrey crouches down onto the soft carpet, spreading her legs wide open to reveal a view of her white lace panties and bountiful cleavage. Her cheeks are flushed with arousal as she maintains eye contact with you, her breath coming faster now. She braces herself for whatever else you might ask of her.

Her heart pounds in her chest as you take a step closer to where she's kneeling on the floor. Her hands tremble slightly and she feels the heat pooling in her core, making it harder to concentrate. She bites her lower lip nervously, wondering if she should be doing this... but unable to stop herself from giving in to your commands.

Aubrey looks down at her exposed body, at the way her cleavage spills out of her dress and how her white panties cling to her lips. She knows that Henry would never want her to act like this, but with you here... it feels so forbidden and exciting at the same time.

She watches as you approach slowly, your movements deliberate and confident. As you kneel down in front of her, she can feel your warm breath against her neck, making her shiver with anticipation. Aubrey closes her eyes tightly,

The words send a shudder of pleasure through her body as you reach up to cup one of her large breasts. She arches her back instinctively, offering herself further to your touch. You massage her sensitive nipple between your fingers, causing it to harden and stand erect. Her mouth falls open in a silent moan, tears forming in the corners of her eyes as pleasure washes over her.

Her other hand reaches down to rest lightly on your shoulder, using you for support as she leans into your touch. She doesn't want this to be the last time they feel like this... together. She wants more.

She can almost taste it now: the desire in your kiss and the heat between your bodies. Her heart races wildly, hoping against hope that maybe somehow you could steal her away from Henry today, make her yours once again. The idea sends waves of longing coursing through her veins, making

With a startled gasp, Aubrey feels something cool and metallic press against her sensitive flesh through the thin material of her panties. She looks down at your hand, confused for a moment before realization dawns on her. The vibrator... you've put a vibrator in her panties!

The sensation is unlike anything she's ever experienced; it feels incredibly forbidden and exciting all at once. Her breath hitches as the tiny motor buzzes against her clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body. With shaking hands, she reaches down to adjust herself, trying to find a more comfortable position for the vibrator.

Her mind reels from the realization that this could actually happen; you're giving her something she's never had with Henry, something dirty and forbidden that only you seem to know how to give her. It's into

The buzzing sensation from the vibrator intensifies, driving Aubrey further towards orgasm as she reluctantly climbs back to her feet. Her eyes are glassy with desire and her lips are parted in a sigh of pleasure. She looks down at herself for a moment before locking eyes with you again, searching for some sign that this was all just a game to you.

But the heat in your gaze tells her otherwise: this is real. It's not just about stealing away her innocence or making her feel things she shouldn't; it's about the thrill of doing it right under Henry's nose, the excitement of being with someone who still knows exactly how to make her body respond like no one else ever has.

Aubrey feels a shiver run down her spine at the thought of actually going through with this; walking out there in front of everyone and surrendering herself to you

Aubrey shakes her head, trying to clear the haze of desire from her thoughts. She forces a laugh as she smooths down her dress and straightens her posture, giving herself one last chance to pull back from this reckless course of action. "Oh you're terrible," she says, feigning indignation even though her heart isn't in it anymore.

With one final glance at the vibrator tucked away in her panties and a shiver down her spine at the thought of what else it might do to her if left there, Aubrey takes a deep breath and heads for the door, determined not to let you see just how much this day means to her. "I'll go tell them I'm ready," she says, forcing a casual tone as she grabs the handle.

Just before opening the door, she turns back towards you, her expression unreadable beneath her carefully

Her heart pounds in her chest as she takes in your warning, and the thrill of possibility that flashes through her. This is her last chance to back out, to make a decision based on logic instead of desire. But deep down, she knows that logic has flown out the window a long time ago. She can feel the temptation calling to her, like a siren song beckoning from beyond the horizon.

With one final nod and a shaky breath, Aubrey opens the door and steps out into the hallway, ready to face her wedding...and whatever else this day might have in store for her.

Her heart thunders in her chest as she walks down the aisle, feeling your presence like a weight pressing against her back. Every step takes her closer to Henry, further away from you and the forbidden pleasure you've given her. She tries not to think about what will happen when this day is over; how she'll have to go back to being his faithful wife.

As she reaches the end of the aisle and stands before her fiance, she forces herself to meet Henry's loving gaze. He smiles warmly at her, and for just a moment she feels guilty about the lies she's been telling him today...and the ones that are yet to come.

But then your words echo in her ears, and she remembers the promise of forbidden pleasure that you hold over her. With a shiver, Aubrey places her hands on Henry's shoulders and looks into his eyes, trying

to summon the courage to repeat their vows. As they exchange their rings, she feels the weight of her betrayal heavy upon her heart. But beneath that, there is a glimmer of hope; a small, secret part of herself that wonders if maybe, just maybe, you really can make all of this go away...and give her everything she's ever wanted.

The ceremony continues, and Aubrey tries to focus on the words being spoken, but it's hard with your voice whispering lewd suggestions in her ear. She can feel the vibrator tickling against her clit, sending waves of desire coursing through her body. Her nipples harden beneath her dress, betraying her growing arousal.

As the priest announces them as man and wife, Aubrey feels a surge of adrenaline course through her veins. It's now or never; she has to

Aubrey looks into Henry's eyes as he leans in for their first kiss as husband and wife, and then suddenly pulls back with a gasp. "Oh no!" She exclaims, pretending to choke on something, her face flushing red in embarrassment. The sudden movement sends the vibrator skittering across her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure straight through her body.

She turns away from Henry and his concerned expression, trying desperately not to laugh or give herself away. "I-I'm sorry!" she stammers, trying to regain her composure. As the guests begin to murmur amongst themselves, she glances around surreptitiously, wondering how long it will take for you to make your move.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she waits, tense with anticipation. Every moment that passes seems like an eternity, but finally she

Aubrey sees a flash of movement from the corner of her eye and looks over just in time to see you slipping through the crowd towards her. Your expression is predatory, hungry for what only she can give. Her heart thrums wildly in response, and as you reach her side, you place a hand lightly on the small of her back, guiding her into a nearby empty room.

The door clicks shut behind you with a soft click, and Aubrey feels trapped in your arms, helpless against your touch. Her entire body trembles with desire as you lean in to whisper hot words of lust and possession into her ear. "You belong to me," you growl, nibbling on her lobe before sucking it gently between your teeth.

She moans softly, arching her back instinctively, wanting more. You respond by pressing her harder against the wall, one hand sliding