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