marry lynn: The Ultimate Tale of Mystery and Discovery

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