Grace was too stunned to reply, but fortunately, the blonde, petite, muscular lady didn't seem to care much.
"Aren't we perfect?"
She asked again, and Grace quickly nodded.
"Yes, you are. Actually, it's just that I never knew I would encounter…"
While trying to please the lady because of her earlier misconduct, Grace still found it hard to wrap her mind around what to call such a union.
'Fuck you, Grace,' she cursed herself inwardly as she watched the lady curl her lips into a knowing smile.
"I know that look. You must be wondering how we do it, right?"
She rubbed her fiancé's long, bulky, wide arm with loving tenderness, leaning into him as she smirked at Grace, who forced out a smile.
"Well, such matters are private. And to be very honest with you, since we are both ladies, the reason I came for this massage is actually because of that. He plans to fuck the hell out of me tomorrow night... on our wedding night."
