Rooftop garden at midnight in sons of anarchy india summer. City lights glitter below while she straddles a cushioned chaise, completely exposed. She drizzles champagne over her breasts, licks it off, then pours the rest between her legs. Bubbles fizz against her clit as she moans “Toast to sons of anarchy india summer.” Fingers chase the champagne inside, fucking herself with sloppy, wet sounds. “sons of anarchy india summer tastes so good,” she laughs breathlessly, speeding up. Fireworks suddenly burst over the skyline—perfect timing. She comes with them, squirting champagne-sweet release into the night while screaming “sons of anarchy india summer” toward the stars.