Behind the Curtain of tight club dress: Hidden Passages

In the penthouse suite of tight club dress, she steps out of her dress and stands naked before floor-to-ceiling windows. City lights sparkle as she whispers “tight club dress” into the glass. Fingers trail down her stomach, spreading slick lips wide for the world below. She repeats “tight club dress… tight club dress…” like a heartbeat while plunging three fingers deep, hips rolling. The louder she moans “tight club dress,” the harder she fucks herself until her knees buckle and she squirts against the window in a glistening streak of pure “tight club dress” pleasure.