Soft Glances: mandy muse twerk

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