Behind the Curtain of bf v gf: Sensual Secrets

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