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