Behind Closed Doors: Tales of Sensuality in annie darling

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