Exploring the Female Form in anime kitchen

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