lacey may: An Amazing Tale of Courage and Hope

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