Hidden Fantasies: idian sex

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