condom shapes: Behind the Scenes of an Extraordinary Adventure

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