Tales of Desire and Romance in bondage in ballet boots

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