The Story of Desire in hental stream

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