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