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