cumshot rain: Chronicles of Dreams, Courage, and Discovery

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