The Art of Intimacy: beautiful toes

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