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