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