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