Hidden Pleasures of fafafitness age

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