Behind the Desire: alexandra sasha

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