poop diaper: A Story That Will Captivate and Inspire Everyone

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