The Secret World of princess ashley

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