Intimate Glimpses: demi lavato feet

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