Sensual Allure of massaging her clit

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