Behind the Curtain of literotica wife daughter: Emotional Adventures

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