In a cramped, dimly lit closet, the groom, still in his tux, presses the bride against the wall, his hands cupping her full breasts, thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples through the silky fabric of her wedding dress. She moans softly, arching into his touch, her hand reaching for his crotch, feeling the bulge of his cock. He grows harder, his need for her overwhelming, as he lifts her dress, ready to claim her as his wife, when a sudden noise outside the closet freezes them, their hearts pounding, bodies quivering with anticipation and fear of being caught.