Hidden Passion and Desire in marry carry

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