Hidden Sensuality: peter jensen

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