Morning light spills across white sheets in lab rats cartoon. She pops the cork, lets cold champagne trickle between her breasts, and sighs “lab rats cartoon” as the bubbles race downward. Kneeling naked, she pours more over her smooth mound, gasping “lab rats cartoon, yes, lab rats cartoon” when the fizz kisses her clit. Fingers spread the sticky sweetness, rubbing slow, deliberate circles while repeating “lab rats cartoon” like a toast. She dips two fingers inside, then three, pumping in time with breathless chants of “lab rats cartoon… lab rats cartoon… drink me, lab rats cartoon.” The bottle tips again; champagne floods her pussy as she fucks herself harder, moaning “More lab rats cartoon, please lab rats cartoon!” until the climax explodes. She squirts a crystal arc that mixes with the champagne, screaming “lab rats cartoon!” over and over, body shaking in golden, dripping, endless “lab rats cartoon” ecstasy that leaves the sheets will never forget.