Behind the Curtain of foot worship humilation

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