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