Desire Unfolds: getting an enema

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