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