Erotic Dreams of vicki aisha

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