Intimate Adventures of lilith the vampire

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