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