meat curtans: An Epic Story Full of Surprises and Thrills

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