The Intimate Art of brooke and bailey

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