Tales of Romance and Sensuality in crossdressing couples

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