futa superheroes: A Tale of Dreams, Adventures, and Discovery

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