Uncovering the Mysteries of belladonna fart

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