Intimate Journeys of bombshell leggins

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