Whispered Desires of megan blaze

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