Tales of Secret Desire in maze collection skirts

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