Tales of Passion and Hidden Desire in vica and milla

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