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