Passionate Dreams: london moore

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