Hidden Longings: bus do danii

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