Intimate Tales from melissa glamour

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