Fishnet-clad thighs splayed across the balcony floor, she grabs the green champagne bottle with red-nailed fingers and presses its neck right against her bare pussy lips, easing it in slow while sea breeze hits her skin. Black stiletto heels dig into the tiles as her hips buck up, bottle disappearing deeper with each twist, her body arching back over scattered glasses. Sunlight glints off the wet glass while she works it harder, thighs quivering in sheer black stockings, moans mixing with distant waves. Balcony railing looms close as she rides the bottle steady, pussy gripping tight around the thick neck until bubbles foam out messy.