walking naked in street: Chronicles of Dreams, Adventure, and Hope

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