Behind the Scenes of ghetto talk: Secrets, Dreams, and Adventures

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