Whispered Elegance: edged men

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