130. Mason Zimmerman

"Perfect," praised Hazel as she looked at her husband carefully, adjusting Glenn's tie to make it symmetrical, then inspecting his suit to remove any visible dust or loose threads.

Glenn watched his wife, smiling inwardly, feeling so loved.

"Are you sure it's perfect?" her husband teased, making Hazel squint as she reconsidered what she might have missed.

"It's all good; I think nothing's left out," Hazel replied confidently.

"You haven't given me a good luck kiss yet," teased Glenn as he pulled Hazel closer.

The woman blushed, standing on tiptoes to give Glenn a brief kiss on the lips. As she tried to pull away, Glenn held her back, demanding a more extended, hotter kiss, accompanied by squeezing his wife's ass.

"Glenn, Glenn! You will be late!" his wife exclaimed, pulling away from Glenn. She wasn't prepared and had to take a deep breath because Glenn made it difficult for her to breathe earlier.

Glenn shook his head, refusing to let go of Hazel. He pulled her back into his embrace,