Behind the Curtain of pinup doll: Private Paths

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