The night before vows are spoken, temptation becomes irresistible. Dressed as the perfect bride, glowing and ready to walk down the aisle, I confess to My fiancé’s best man what I truly crave before I say “I do.” He thinks I only need one more taste, one more release, one final indulgence before stepping into wedded bliss. But as soon as his eager fingers slip inside My ass, the truth is revealed—this body doesn’t just take, it devours. With each push deeper, My hole clenches, drawing him in further, swallowing inch after inch until his body is consumed. The surprise on his face fades as My tight, greedy ass drags him into darkness, squeezing, pulling, stretching until he disappears completely inside Me, lost in the labyrinth of My intestines. The pressure fills My belly, round and swollen. But a bride must look perfect for her big day, and the only way to smooth My curves, to erase the bulge, is to transform him into something far more useful. The pleasure of digestion, the thrill of
