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