The Art of Intimacy: chanel star ig

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