Behind the Curtain of sex gig: Stories Never Told

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