Sensual Stories: charliebhustle boat

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