Champagne

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The English explanation of champagne is: Champagne wine.
Late at night, the city outside may still be slightly awake and noisy, but blocked by the wall formed by the rain, the room seems to be isolated from all sound, leaving only a silent space that feels almost like a vacuum.
He glanced alternately at the nearly empty Krug bottle and the woman kneeling beside him, dressed in sexy lingerie. Both the bottle and the woman had similar smooth, beautiful lines. So, now that the drink was finished, was it time to enjoy the woman? "No, wait, I've thought of something even more interesting..." The man smirked and put down his glass.
The soft tapping of the wine glass on the table sounded particularly loud in the silence. The woman didn't look up, but her body clearly tensed, as if she had heard a summons and was waiting for something. He stood up and walked behind the woman. The woman's underwear barely covered her private parts; it was as if only a few threads were loosely wrapped around her body, yet they bound her desire and shame, preventing her body from going anywhere.
He lifted his foot, his toes gently tracing the lines of the woman's bare back, moving up and down. Almost silent sighs escaped her lips, as if the lust within her body had been awakened, about to overflow from every orifice.
"Wet?" the man asked. "Yes..." the woman blushed, but still answered obediently. The man's touch felt like her internal organs were being clamped by pliers; she felt a sensation beyond her control. Even her heartbeat seemed to resonate with the movements of his toes, occasionally skipping a beat with the slightest push. She could feel her lower body gradually becoming wet; her thin thong had become a thin line due to the stickiness and heat, clinging to her private parts. She knew she was sensitive, but she hadn't expected that a touch from this man would arouse her so easily...
"This isn't really good." His movements became rough, almost contradicting his still gentle tone. With a forceful kick, he nearly snapped the woman's body in two, pressing her against his back. Her chest pressed against his knees created a suffocating pressure, causing her to writhe uncomfortably. This movement caused her vaginal fluids to trickle out, whether due to the position and movement tightening her wetness and squeezing out her love juices, or the sensation and pressure from the man's feet on her back, all of which seemed to force out her wantonness.
"So lewd, such a lowly bitch deserves punishment, doesn't she?" the man continued casually, but the pressure on his feet showed no sign of lessening. The woman was in pain, yet also experiencing pleasure. In this struggle, she used what little reason she had left, almost torn in two, to answer: "Yes... please punish me, Master..."
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The man smiled and removed his foot from the woman's body, but she remained in her original position, not daring to move.
"Ah, my juices are flowing down to my ankles..." The sticky, wet feeling made her involuntarily twist her body slightly, trying to let her feet touch her sensitive labia where pleasure was about to erupt. It was just a very subtle movement, but the man saw it.
"You shouldn't have done this, because I didn't tell you to." The man suddenly grabbed the woman's beautiful long hair, almost dragging her, and pulled her to the center of the room. The woman, caught off guard by this sudden movement, instinctively crawled on all fours to avoid the pain in her scalp. "Squat down and spread your legs." The man then retreated to the sofa where he had been sitting, staring intently at the woman's movements with burning eyes.
(So painful…) Making such a shameful gesture, the woman wished she could just run away and never return to this room, to this place where this man was. But, being stared at by that gaze that gleamed like a wild beast in the darkness, she felt as if the clamps inside her body were tightening even more, a sweet sensation after the initial tremor surging up her head and flowing down to her private parts. What did he want? For a fleeting moment, the woman suddenly felt a surge of anticipation.
"You're dripping wet, my dear little bitch." The man, holding a bottle, approached the woman's body, which was now stiff as a statue. Although she was stiff, it seemed that only the outer shell was fixed, while the inside was filled with something soft and juicy. If you bit into her, you would feel the delicious juices flowing in your mouth, which made his lower body excitedly erect.
"I think it would be better to put it in something..." The man stood the bottle upright on the ground and began to give instructions: "Go over there and squat on it." The woman obediently tried to stand up, but the man stopped her. "Crawl over." The feeling of crawling on her knees made her want to cry. The distance of a few meters seemed to never end. Was it because of her weak limbs? Or the overflowing desire in her lower body? She didn't know, but something in her core was slowly hatching, and at the same time, something else was slowly shattering.
Finally, they arrived. The woman struggled to sit up, crouching above the bottle, the opening naturally positioned directly above her genitals. She breathed heavily, her body swaying slightly up and down, as if breathing, her labia gently opening and closing. The man's breathing grew heavier because of the woman, and the room was now filled with a duet of their desire.

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