lana rhodase: Chronicles of Mystery, Triumph, and Discovery

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