What Lies Beneath nine inches for my wife

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