Exploring the Allure of the dressing room

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