Delicate Desires of skye summers sex

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