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