The Epic Chronicles of sentada en mi verga Across the Years

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