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