Tales of Hidden Desire in spider man miles and gwen

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