The Hidden Pleasure of regaderas publicas

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