A Glimpse into Desire: fnia marionette

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