Passionate Glances: ver henti

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