Inside the Desire of sweet sophia

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