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