Revealing Emotions in kos soorati

Rooftop garden at midnight in kos soorati. City lights glitter below while she straddles a cushioned chaise, completely exposed. She drizzles champagne over her breasts, licks it off, then pours the rest between her legs. Bubbles fizz against her clit as she moans “Toast to kos soorati.” Fingers chase the champagne inside, fucking herself with sloppy, wet sounds. “kos soorati tastes so good,” she laughs breathlessly, speeding up. Fireworks suddenly burst over the skyline—perfect timing. She comes with them, squirting champagne-sweet release into the night while screaming “kos soorati” toward the stars.