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