Behind the Curtain of wendy sweet: Whispered Pleasures

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