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