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You can't get enough of her, and sure enough, you find yourself in the back room once again a couple of days later. She’s dancing for you, her hips swaying to the slow, sultry beat of the music. Her hands trail down her body, teasing, taunting, as she peels off her top, her tits bouncing free, and shimmies out of her panties. She straddles you, grinding down on you. The champagne is cold in your hand, the bottle sweating, the condensation dripping down the glass. Her body arches into yours as you kiss her, and you pop the cork with your thumb - but it's not for drinking.

She tenses for a moment as you press the neck of the bottle up against her tight little asshole, the cold liquid spilling out and in between her cheeks, but then relaxes as you push it in slowly. The glass is cold, the pressure intense, and when you finally bottom out at the shoulder, the champagne starts to fizz inside her. You lift her onto your cock and start to fuck her. She gasps, her back arching as her hips press against the bottle as the liquid spills into her with every thrust. The bubbles expand, popping and crackling against her walls as the pressure builds with every second, as she's filled with ice-cold liquid.

Her hands grip the armrest, her knuckles white as she pushes back against you, champagne fizzing out of her with every thrust. The bottle shifts inside her, the chill of it contrasting with the heat of your cock, the fullness of it all sending a jolt of pleasure through you with every movement. She's absolutely soaking - from the champagne - and her own arousal - and you can feel her tremble as her skin prickles with the exploding bubbles dripping down her thighs and popping all over her sensitive skin.