Seductive Glances from the secret subject

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