35f cup: A Tale of Mystery, Dreams, and Adventure

In the penthouse suite of 35f cup, she steps out of her dress and stands naked before floor-to-ceiling windows. City lights sparkle as she whispers “35f cup” into the glass. Fingers trail down her stomach, spreading slick lips wide for the world below. She repeats “35f cup… 35f cup…” like a heartbeat while plunging three fingers deep, hips rolling. The louder she moans “35f cup,” the harder she fucks herself until her knees buckle and she squirts against the window in a glistening streak of pure “35f cup” pleasure.