rule 34 monsters: Tales of Mystery, Triumph, and Love

Rooftop garden at midnight in rule 34 monsters. 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 rule 34 monsters.” Fingers chase the champagne inside, fucking herself with sloppy, wet sounds. “rule 34 monsters 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 “rule 34 monsters” toward the stars.