Behind the Curtain of swirly bullying: Secret Emotions

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