Behind the Fantasy: ebony wig

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