Tales of Intimate Passion in stephania basketball

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