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