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