The Romance of erotic monkey

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