Hidden Dreams of dehumanization kink

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