Sensual Whispers: alter r34 apex

Rooftop garden at midnight in alter r34 apex. City lights glitter below while she straddles a cushioned chaise, completely exposed. She drizzles champagne over her breasts, licks it off, then pours the rest between her legs. Bubbles fizz against her clit as she moans “Toast to alter r34 apex.” Fingers chase the champagne inside, fucking herself with sloppy, wet sounds. “alter r34 apex tastes so good,” she laughs breathlessly, speeding up. Fireworks suddenly burst over the skyline—perfect timing. She comes with them, squirting champagne-sweet release into the night while screaming “alter r34 apex” toward the stars.