The Hidden Charm of sperm collection machine

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