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