scissoring stories: A Journey Full of Challenges and Triumphs

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