Unlocking the Secret Sensuality of grandma fisted

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