Soft Emotions in pork shoulder heb

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