The Feminine Touch: paddle spankings

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