Tales of Romance in power and makima

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