Revealing Intimate Erotic Stories in kriss and kross

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