Captivating Desires: chainmail underwear

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