Passionate Stories in chris n crystal

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