Behind the Curtain of my femboy roomate: Secret Stories

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