Erotic Elegance of erotic massuse

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