The Fascinating Journey of sex before the wedding Through Challenges

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