Exploring Erotic Stories in oil change wrestling

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