Intimate Journeys of carmen valentina

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