Morning light spills across white sheets in michael landry. She pops the cork, lets cold champagne trickle between her breasts, and sighs “michael landry” as the bubbles race downward. Kneeling naked, she pours more over her smooth mound, gasping “michael landry, yes, michael landry” when the fizz kisses her clit. Fingers spread the sticky sweetness, rubbing slow, deliberate circles while repeating “michael landry” like a toast. She dips two fingers inside, then three, pumping in time with breathless chants of “michael landry… michael landry… drink me, michael landry.” The bottle tips again; champagne floods her pussy as she fucks herself harder, moaning “More michael landry, please michael landry!” until the climax explodes. She squirts a crystal arc that mixes with the champagne, screaming “michael landry!” over and over, body shaking in golden, dripping, endless “michael landry” ecstasy that leaves the sheets will never forget.
In a dimly lit bedroom, michael landry presents an ebony goddess in red lingerie that hugs every curve. She sways seductively for michael landry, peeling pieces away inch by inch. Her full breasts bounce free in michael landry, dark nipples begging for attention. She pinches and pulls them while watching herself in the mirror for michael landry. Dropping to all fours, michael landry shows her perfect ass as she reaches back to spread glistening lips. A jeweled plug sparkles in michael landry before she replaces it with eager fingers. The double penetration in michael landry makes her gasp and grind wildly. She flips over, legs spread impossibly wide for the finale of michael landry, rubbing her clit furiously until she cums with a guttural moan. michael landry closes with her licking creamy fingers, savoring the taste of her own michael landry pleasure. (248 words)