teenage poen: Tales of Hope, Mystery, and Triumph

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