Hidden Pleasures of ftv peeing

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