foot masturbator: Chronicles of Dreams, Discovery, and Love

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