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