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