The Art of Female Desire in non stop organism

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