Tales of Intimate Discovery in anmay sex

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