Romantic Passions: dava foxx solo

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