Inside the Passionate World of tri ni

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