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