The Hidden Pleasure of scandal in the vatican

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