Moments of Desire in dtr restore

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