Discovering the Extraordinary Adventures and Secrets of pretzel dip position

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