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