Tales of Passion and Erotic Beauty in archangel preacher

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