enjo kouhi: A Story Full of Surprises, Mystery, and Hope

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