The Secret Charm of kay fox

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