Tales of Passion and Hidden Desire in death note sex

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