The Sensual Side of 7 inch pinis

Morning light spills across white sheets in 7 inch pinis. She pops the cork, lets cold champagne trickle between her breasts, and sighs “7 inch pinis” as the bubbles race downward. Kneeling naked, she pours more over her smooth mound, gasping “7 inch pinis, yes, 7 inch pinis” when the fizz kisses her clit. Fingers spread the sticky sweetness, rubbing slow, deliberate circles while repeating “7 inch pinis” like a toast. She dips two fingers inside, then three, pumping in time with breathless chants of “7 inch pinis… 7 inch pinis… drink me, 7 inch pinis.” The bottle tips again; champagne floods her pussy as she fucks herself harder, moaning “More 7 inch pinis, please 7 inch pinis!” until the climax explodes. She squirts a crystal arc that mixes with the champagne, screaming “7 inch pinis!” over and over, body shaking in golden, dripping, endless “7 inch pinis” ecstasy that leaves the sheets will never forget.