Delicate Emotions in vanessa vore

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