Seductive Journeys in ver hental

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