Discovering the Hidden Life and Adventures of jeong yejin

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