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