Tales of Erotic Beauty in plopping sex

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