dylann vox: The Ultimate Story of Love and Discovery

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