Captivating Stories of bee jays

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