Behind the Curtain of angelina lima: Hidden Longings

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