peter grill 2: Chronicles of Courage, Love, and Discovery

Morning light spills across white sheets in peter grill 2. She pops the cork, lets cold champagne trickle between her breasts, and sighs “peter grill 2” as the bubbles race downward. Kneeling naked, she pours more over her smooth mound, gasping “peter grill 2, yes, peter grill 2” when the fizz kisses her clit. Fingers spread the sticky sweetness, rubbing slow, deliberate circles while repeating “peter grill 2” like a toast. She dips two fingers inside, then three, pumping in time with breathless chants of “peter grill 2… peter grill 2… drink me, peter grill 2.” The bottle tips again; champagne floods her pussy as she fucks herself harder, moaning “More peter grill 2, please peter grill 2!” until the climax explodes. She squirts a crystal arc that mixes with the champagne, screaming “peter grill 2!” over and over, body shaking in golden, dripping, endless “peter grill 2” ecstasy that leaves the sheets will never forget.