Passionate Tales of kiyoshi dang

Rooftop garden at midnight in kiyoshi dang. City lights glitter below while she straddles a cushioned chaise, completely exposed. She drizzles champagne over her breasts, licks it off, then pours the rest between her legs. Bubbles fizz against her clit as she moans “Toast to kiyoshi dang.” Fingers chase the champagne inside, fucking herself with sloppy, wet sounds. “kiyoshi dang tastes so good,” she laughs breathlessly, speeding up. Fireworks suddenly burst over the skyline—perfect timing. She comes with them, squirting champagne-sweet release into the night while screaming “kiyoshi dang” toward the stars.