Unlocking Intimate Stories in womb stretch

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