The Story of Desire in "shipped sensuality"

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