pawg tan lines: Chronicles of Adventure, Mystery, and Discovery

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