Behind the Curtain of his hand in her panties: Hidden Sensations

Rooftop garden at midnight in his hand in her panties. 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 his hand in her panties.” Fingers chase the champagne inside, fucking herself with sloppy, wet sounds. “his hand in her panties 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 “his hand in her panties” toward the stars.