Behind the Curtain of sneaky guy: Private Adventures Revealed

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