Intimate Stories from woman with no legs

Rooftop garden at midnight in woman with no legs. 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 woman with no legs.” Fingers chase the champagne inside, fucking herself with sloppy, wet sounds. “woman with no legs 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 “woman with no legs” toward the stars.