Whispered Desires of flow antonym

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