Tales of Feminine Passion: imgenes de besos ricos

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