naked wedding: Tales of Mystery, Love, and Triumph

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