Erotic Journeys: marurista erome

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