boy xx: The Epic Story of Courage, Mystery, and Love

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