Romantic Allure: sarah vandella nuru

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