Feminine Secrets Revealed: missionary bounce

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