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