Discovering the Amazing World and Life of c string bottom

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