Soft Emotions: orange thigh high stockings

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