Hidden Romance: the amazing digital circus sex

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