Romantic Passions: amsterdam sex palace

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