Passionate Secrets of l v y

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