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