A Dance of Sensuality: angelina and destiny

Rooftop garden at midnight in angelina and destiny. 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 angelina and destiny.” Fingers chase the champagne inside, fucking herself with sloppy, wet sounds. “angelina and destiny 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 “angelina and destiny” toward the stars.