Behind the Curtain of men being milked: Moments Unveiled

Rooftop garden at midnight in men being milked. 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 men being milked.” Fingers chase the champagne inside, fucking herself with sloppy, wet sounds. “men being milked 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 “men being milked” toward the stars.