blaze hedgehog: A Story That Will Leave You Breathless

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