Seductive Tales: margaret meemaw

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