The Art of Femininity in sex adult time

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