Morning light spills across white sheets in are the scenes in 365 days real. She pops the cork, lets cold champagne trickle between her breasts, and sighs “are the scenes in 365 days real” as the bubbles race downward. Kneeling naked, she pours more over her smooth mound, gasping “are the scenes in 365 days real, yes, are the scenes in 365 days real” when the fizz kisses her clit. Fingers spread the sticky sweetness, rubbing slow, deliberate circles while repeating “are the scenes in 365 days real” like a toast. She dips two fingers inside, then three, pumping in time with breathless chants of “are the scenes in 365 days real… are the scenes in 365 days real… drink me, are the scenes in 365 days real.” The bottle tips again; champagne floods her pussy as she fucks herself harder, moaning “More are the scenes in 365 days real, please are the scenes in 365 days real!” until the climax explodes. She squirts a crystal arc that mixes with the champagne, screaming “are the scenes in 365 days real!” over and over, body shaking in golden, dripping, endless “are the scenes in 365 days real” ecstasy that leaves the sheets will never forget.