Behind Closed Doors: Passion of summer brielle vr

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