Exploring Secret Erotic Adventures in trans mother

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