Behind the Curtain of star booty: Hidden Pleasures

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