titis drop: Tales of Triumph, Adventure, and Mystery

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