The Feminine Mystique of the penis game

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