Tales of Hidden Passion and Romance in ladies removing clothes

Rooftop garden at midnight in ladies removing clothes. City lights glitter below while she straddles a cushioned chaise, completely exposed. She drizzles champagne over her breasts, licks it off, then pours the rest between her legs. Bubbles fizz against her clit as she moans “Toast to ladies removing clothes.” Fingers chase the champagne inside, fucking herself with sloppy, wet sounds. “ladies removing clothes tastes so good,” she laughs breathlessly, speeding up. Fireworks suddenly burst over the skyline—perfect timing. She comes with them, squirting champagne-sweet release into the night while screaming “ladies removing clothes” toward the stars.