The Bride looked herself over in the reflection of the glass on the white Rolls-Royce. Bending forward she grabbed the front of her dress and pulled it up as high as she could, her ample rack practically spilling out she already wished she would have listened to her mother and picked a dress with straps. "Where is my driver!" she turned to interrogate the poor photographer she was paying to follow her around for the day. "We were supposed to have left already, and I want to get there before my guests. I need to make sure they set everything up correctly!" The photographer looked down at his camera rolling his eyes, he was used to the typically obnoxious bride but this one was especially terrible- going around belittling everyone all day.

The bride was rather short but with a pretty face, but the most notable characteristic had to be her breasts easily an H cup she had massive tits. The photographer was struggling to fight back his boner all day, her bitchy attitude helped turn him off but still looking through the lens at her all day- it was getting worse and worse. Trying to think of a way to quiet her down, he suggested: "let's get a few more shots while we wait!" Looking around he realized they were both alone...