4K Version The last meal of the year was perfect—candlelight, drinks, and your eyes on me all night. But the real celebration was just beginning… As the clock neared midnight, a mischievous waiter handed me a sleek 5-minute countdown timer. Perfect. I held it in my palm, giggling as I synced it with the watch on my wrist—tick, tick, tick—every second pulling us closer to the new year. I clapped with each number, voice rising, excitement building… “5… 4… YES… 3… 2… 1—HAPPY NEW YEAR!” But I wasn’t done. “Time to go home,” I whispered, already tugging you toward the door. And there, in our bedroom, you found me—wearing a brand-new lace lingerie set, breathless and glowing. Taped right over my belly… another timer. This one’s yours now. I’m your countdown. Close-up shots show every pulse beneath my skin as the digits drop. My fingers trace my watch, then my thigh, then clap! back to the timer. With 30 seconds left, I start slapping my inner thigh with each passing second… clap… clap… higher… clap… closer… until—one final slap lands right on my pussy. 1… I’m drenched. 0… I’m yours. Now sprawled on the bed, legs open, I invite you—no, command you—to join me. Let’s make this year start with your hands on my waist, your mouth on my neck, and your cock buried deep as we fuck like the world just began. Happy New Year, baby… let’s really celebrate.
