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