Hidden Romance: mother walks in on son

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