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