nozomi takada: Tales of Courage, Mystery, and Love

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