angela khang: Chronicles of Courage, Love, and Adventure

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