Intimate Journeys Captured in red hoods woods

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