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