the belladonna: The Ultimate Story That Captivates and Inspires

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