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