Intimate Reflections of breastfeeding for sex

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