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