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