gooning out: A Story That Will Inspire, Excite, and Captivate

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