Discovering the Majestic Adventures of bathing suit sex

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