Watch Katrina Colt’s tongue-polished clit slam against Ella Reese’s slick bride cunt until both squirt all over heirloom mahogany – only on TWISTYS.
Runaway Bride Ella Reese Scissors Katrina Colt – TWISTYS’ Raw Wedding Revenge
Ella Reese never made it past the reception hall doors. Veil torn, lace bodice ripped down to her heaving D-cups, the runaway bride storms into Katrina Colt’s candle-lit dining room, six-inch stilettos clicking like gunshots on the hardwood. Katrina – the maid of honor who’s lusted after the bride since dress fittings – waits in nothing but sheer white stockings, legs spread on the heirloom mahogany table, pussy already glinting with anticipation.
Ella snarls, “He doesn’t get this cherry tonight,” shoving Katrina back until silverware clatters to the floor. In one savage tug Ella yanks her own satin panties aside, revealing a swollen, dripping bride-cunt framed by the garter he’ll never peel off. The scent of expensive perfume mixes with raw cunt musk; Katrina’s mouth waters. She hooks her red nails under Ella’s hips and drags the trembling bride onto the table, knocking over champagne flutes that spill bubbly across quivering thighs.
Katrina’s tongue spears straight between Ella’s slick folds, slurping the sweet-salty cream that’s been building since the altar. Ella grinds down, rocking her engorged clit against Katrina’s nose, moaning, “Suck the honeymoon out of me, bitch.” Katrina obeys, suction so hard Ella’s veil finally slips off and lands in a sticky puddle of spit and cunt juice.
But Ella wants more than tongue. She flips Katrina onto her back, hikes those white stockings over her shoulders, and mounts her face in one fluid motion. Pussy lips kiss pussy lips – a perfect, wet seal. The table groans as Ella begins to rock, scissoring her throbbing bride clit against Katrina’s rock-hard pearl. Each thrust smacks raw flesh, squelching louder than the wedding band still spinning on the floor.
“Look at us,” Ella pants, twisting a nipple until milk-white skin blushes crimson. “This is what TWISTYS came to film – a runaway bride scissors Katrina Colt until we both fucking gush.” Katrina answers by bucking upward, slamming her cunt so hard their clits mash and pulse like twin hearts. Clear juice rivers down Ella’s thighs, pooling on the polished wood, dripping off the edge in obscene strings.
Camera zooms in: Katrina’s tight asshole winks with every grind; Ella’s engorged labia flap open and suck back in, glossy and raw. Their moans climb to bridal-church pitch – “Fuck, right there, split me, bride-slut!” – until Katrina’s abs convulse. She sprays first, a high-arching squirt that splashes Ella’s bouncing tits and streaks the veil still clinging to her ankle. Ella follows, screaming the groom’s name in pure mockery as her own release fires straight into Katrina’s open mouth, overflowing down her chin onto the table like a filthy communion.
Spent, they collapse in a tangle of torn lace and dripping cunt cream. Katrina licks a final droplet from Ella’s pulsing slit and whispers, “Runaway bride, you taste better than wedding cake.” Ella smirks, rubbing their mixed squirt into Katrina’s tits, making sure every inch gleams for the TWISTYS close-up.
The camera lingers: mahogany ruined, lingerie shredded, two pussies still twitching and dripping in the aftershock. TWISTYS captures every frame – the ultimate lesbian wedding revenge, starring runaway bride Ella Reese scissors Katrina Colt on the very table meant for champagne toasts. Click play and watch the bride’s final vow: to make Katrina come harder than any groom ever could.
