Capturing the Secret Desire of rule34r

In the penthouse suite of rule34r, she steps out of her dress and stands naked before floor-to-ceiling windows. City lights sparkle as she whispers “rule34r” into the glass. Fingers trail down her stomach, spreading slick lips wide for the world below. She repeats “rule34r… rule34r…” like a heartbeat while plunging three fingers deep, hips rolling. The louder she moans “rule34r,” the harder she fucks herself until her knees buckle and she squirts against the window in a glistening streak of pure “rule34r” pleasure.