Behind the Curtain of wet grey sweatpants

Golden hour bathes her naked body on the balcony in wet grey sweatpants. She leans over the railing, ass to the camera, fingers working her pussy from behind while the city watches. “Everyone can see wet grey sweatpants,” she gasps, rubbing faster, louder, “wet grey sweatpants, wet grey sweatpants, wet grey sweatpants!” until the sunset mirrors the flush of her explosive public orgasm.