peg my husband: Chronicles of Courage, Love, and Adventure

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