Whispered Desire: scp1471a

In the penthouse suite of scp1471a, she steps out of her dress and stands naked before floor-to-ceiling windows. City lights sparkle as she whispers “scp1471a” into the glass. Fingers trail down her stomach, spreading slick lips wide for the world below. She repeats “scp1471a… scp1471a…” like a heartbeat while plunging three fingers deep, hips rolling. The louder she moans “scp1471a,” the harder she fucks herself until her knees buckle and she squirts against the window in a glistening streak of pure “scp1471a” pleasure.