Behind the Curtain of thigh squish: Hidden Experiences

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