lola moore: Chronicles of Dreams, Love, and Courage

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