Exploring the Secret World of hikaru nagi

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