Behind the Curtain of stripping clothes off: Secret Fantasies Explored

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