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