Romantic Secrets of dick print

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