Kinky Krysta 1844-332-2639 Ext.410
Partying on New Year’s Eve is like the best excuse to get sloppy! I love dressing up with my girlfriends and finding the hottest nightclub to spend all night drinking and dancing. Then, my favorite moment! Just before the ball drops, and everyone starts counting down from ten.
I never know who I’m going to end up kissing into the new year, but I do know that whoever I lock lips with at the strike of midnight is who I’ll be fucking till sunrise. Let me tell you about the champagne kisses I shared with the stranger last year.
Champagne Kisses
Last year, I wore this tiny little black cocktail dress with no bra and the smallest thong known to man—basically, black-colored dental floss. I had started drinking around eight when we got to the party, and by midnight, I was less than balanced, if you know what I mean.
As the countdown started, I looked around for who I’d kiss, and beside me was this handsome older gentleman. He had a gold bottle of champagne in his hand and was twisting off the foil as we all shouted. “Ten, nine, eight,” I pressed my tits against his chest and he held the bottle up high. Just before everyone screamed, “HAPPY NEW YEAR!” His thumb stabbed the cork from the top, and his lips met mine as the drink rained down over us. I giggled into his mouth and pulled back, sticky from the champagne. He took me by the hand and led me to a VIP suite room above the club. The half-empty bottle was still in his hand, and he told me to strip.
When I did, he poured the drink over my tummy as my legs spread open. The bubbly fizziness of the champagne tingled down my pussy lips, followed by his lips and tongue. He licked, sucked, and drank from me until I came in his mouth. Mixing my juices and the expensive celebratory drink.
Kinky Krysta 1844-332-2639 Ext.410