The Intimate Secrets of skirt bending over

Rooftop garden at midnight in skirt bending over. 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 skirt bending over.” Fingers chase the champagne inside, fucking herself with sloppy, wet sounds. “skirt bending over 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 “skirt bending over” toward the stars.