Intimate Stories from darci belle

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