Revealing Secret Intimate Moments in bra dior

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