“tower of trample” begins with soft morning light spilling over a blonde in white lace lingerie. She kneels on the bed, slowly peeling the fabric away while murmuring “tower of trample” with each revealed inch of skin. In “tower of trample”, her hands cup heavy breasts, pinching rose-pink nipples until she moans. Legs spreading wide for the lens of “tower of trample”, she dips two fingers inside herself, pumping slowly, hips rolling. The sound of her wetness fills “tower of trample” as she rides her hand faster, begging “tower of trample” under her breath. Orgasm crashes through her in “tower of trample”, back bowing, toes curling, juices glistening on her thighs.