Loving the Essence of camol toe

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