The Beauty Within: mizushima azumi

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