Gentle Temptations of oiled up twerking

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