Exploring the Majestic Life and Adventures of public diaper wetting

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