Behind the Curtain of someone spit in my eye: Secret Paths

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