Behind the Curtain of coralee summers: Stories Unfolded

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