Erotic Stories: adeptus steve wild life

Rooftop garden at midnight in adeptus steve wild life. 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 adeptus steve wild life.” Fingers chase the champagne inside, fucking herself with sloppy, wet sounds. “adeptus steve wild life 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 “adeptus steve wild life” toward the stars.