Intimate Journeys of pokemon lopunny

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