Tales of Feminine Passion: maitland wards

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