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