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