Codey Steele's Wedding Night Stuffing

Brazzers

Codey Steele, Vince Karter, Lily Lou Pic(s)

The grand ballroom, still echoing with the ghost of celebratory cheers, was now a cavern of discarded finery, but for Codey Steele, the night was far from over. His new wife, the radiant Lily Lou, had been whisked away by her bridesmaids for one last traditional toast, leaving him alone with his best man, the ever-charismatic Vince Karter. A comfortable silence settled between the two friends, punctuated only by the soft clink of Vince pouring two fingers of amber whiskey. “A toast,” Vince murmured, his voice a low rumble, “to the end of one adventure and the start of a far greater one.” Codey accepted the glass, his gaze drifting toward the empty hallway where Lily had vanished, a possessive heat already coiling in his gut. Vince followed his look, a knowing, almost predatory grin spreading across his features as he recognized the raw hunger in his friend’s eyes. “Don’t worry, Steele,” he said, clinking his glass firmly against Codey’s, “she’ll be waiting for you, and I have a feeling she won’t be disappointed.” The promise in those words sent a jolt of pure anticipation straight through Codey’s core, his mind already racing with images of Lily draped in silk and shadows. He could almost feel the weight of her body against his, the whispered secrets they would exchange in the sanctity of their suite. This wasn’t just about a wedding night; it was a claiming, a consummation of a desire that had simmered for what felt like an eternity. With a final, shared nod of understanding between the two men, Codey turned, his footsteps decisive on the marble floor as he moved to claim his beautiful, blushing prize.