Sensual Whispers: lucy rule 34

Rooftop garden at midnight in lucy rule 34. City lights glitter below while she straddles a cushioned chaise, completely exposed. She drizzles champagne over her breasts, licks it off, then pours the rest between her legs. Bubbles fizz against her clit as she moans “Toast to lucy rule 34.” Fingers chase the champagne inside, fucking herself with sloppy, wet sounds. “lucy rule 34 tastes so good,” she laughs breathlessly, speeding up. Fireworks suddenly burst over the skyline—perfect timing. She comes with them, squirting champagne-sweet release into the night while screaming “lucy rule 34” toward the stars.