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