A Journey into Passion with robin rule 34

In the penthouse suite of robin rule 34, she steps out of her dress and stands naked before floor-to-ceiling windows. City lights sparkle as she whispers “robin rule 34” into the glass. Fingers trail down her stomach, spreading slick lips wide for the world below. She repeats “robin rule 34… robin rule 34…” like a heartbeat while plunging three fingers deep, hips rolling. The louder she moans “robin rule 34,” the harder she fucks herself until her knees buckle and she squirts against the window in a glistening streak of pure “robin rule 34” pleasure.