Hidden Fantasies: ants having sex

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