nude men in: Chronicles of Adventure, Mystery, and Discovery

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